Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Imagine Van Gogh As A Student Chef And Me As His Godly Cooking Teacher

"I’m on a roll & won’t stop, won’t patrol disgrace.
I’m on a streak, one whole week, but creaturely
I shiver, putatively snorkeling in the coral reef
Of my hallucinatory demise. I’ve got bread roll
In my knapsack, a tubercular wreck in a tin can,
Simmering scent, I’ve blogged wet painted kisses
On the pavement of your carrying a cross to that
Sugarland. My baker, my shake-maker, won’t ya
Carry me now egregious to a marginal funeral?"
Hahahahahahah, I’m not going to spoil the fun.

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