a poem for today, 17 July 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of four sentences and its image]
If you're in a dark place but can't get out of your nephew's birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's, you're going to put on a smile for the camera.
The ways these hackneyed representations swirl around themselves until you're surrounded in sludge, and I'm not just talking about that unicorn in your tan corduroys.
For years I ate one every morning until my doctor told me that you shouldn't eat the same thing every single day.
The illicit use of this plant might be related to the increasing knowledge of moonflower’s hallucinogenic properties combined with the local availability of this plant.