“Those yellow flowers, what do you call them? They are so beautiful.”
“We call them weeds.”
The Frenchman cannot understand our reaction to dandelions.
Still, a sparrow carefully picks at the puffs bit by bit for breakfast.
A jerk here, tug there, then swallowing. And flies away.
~*~
Summer Full Out:
Kat smoking her new pipe
~*~
Nosmo:
Our four-legged asshole
an input-output equation
hops on our bed
tears at the carpet
leaps nearly three feet at eleven weeks
stinks terribly
goes after moths
when we call, he comes
“He’s really a dog”
“He’s really a pest”
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