Comic Decorum of Whim
And if God really were my spoon
He would have thanked me.
"There is no spoon," he said,
rich breast milk dripping down
his unshaven chin.
"Shut up."
Labels: Deluge, Ice Thoughts, Long Term Hip Fans, Neo zenism, sensitivity, Strap-on Blasphemy
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