August 2011
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Life Can Be Lynchian
“I didn’t know they’d come this late.” “Your mother?” “The hummingbirds. Is my mother a they?” “I thought you said she.” Son looks out the window. “Those kids riding around.” “This doesn’t taste like anything.” “Tastes like corn.” “Is it because it was in the refrigerator too...
"cody code" by peterbd99@gmail.com
never met anyone with the name of cody. know a ted though. who would name their child ted? not fucking awesome. listening to ‘run the world’ by hov’s main squeeze. replacing the word ‘girls’ with ‘cody’. shit is hilarious. you see cody runs the world because he doesn’t give a shit about labels. he just does him. is that a problem? didn’t think...
Before I write a poem
I think of the word “cold”
and then try not to use the word “cold”
in that poem