poems written on the fly

Down to the basics

In bad haiku, bad poetry, bad sex and bad breath, poem, poetry, seb on 14 March 2008 at 10:13 am

rain rain rain
then
sun sun sun
then
poem poem poem

EL SEBBO

  1. there’s freedom
    in cycles

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