kitchen poems

Friday, November 15, 2002

I love reading old blogs. it's like watching heavy glistening leaves on an autumn day--like today. some exquisite lines from that last exquisite corpse:
the candle wick is wet
But if you nurture it long enough there will be light.
If you drew me, would it make me chuckle?
If I painted sad clowns on your penis, woud it
get hard?
blue paint in toilet water
She is not a sheath, she is a quiver...

john park 3:32 AM


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prompt "write where it hurts" archive connects reading list memento excercise the collective aa writers workshop - nyc mikekim miserychick	Friday, November 15, 2002 I love reading old blogs. it's like watching heavy glistening leaves on an autumn day--like today. some exquisite lines from that last exquisite corpse: the candle wick is wet But if you nurture it long enough there will be light. If you drew me, would it make me chuckle? If I painted sad clowns on your penis, woud it get hard? blue paint in toilet water She is not a sheath, she is a quiver... john park 3:32 AM