poems written on the fly

Where you’re at

In art, bad haiku, birthday poems, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, seb, snuff poems, the queen of england, writing on 20 November 2007 at 8:15 am

The stars indicate no direction
and the roadsigns are all
rusty and torn
and I don’t even know
if I’m anywhere on the map
crumpled in the back pocket
of your jeans

EL SEBBO

  1. Closer to da cheeks ain’t never a bad thang, man. djn

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