a beer is a poem is a hand grenade...
...silencing the birdsong
in tall leafless trees
framing the horizon
of poison grey haze
and staggering to the drunken music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
...silencing the birdsong
in tall leafless trees
framing the horizon
of poison grey haze
and staggering to the drunken music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
in tall leafless trees
framing the horizon
of poison grey haze
and staggering to the drunken music
of a cocktail napkin haiku.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 1:57 PM
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the next round's on me.
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