the poem in my pocket

if you were preserved
you'd probably be a jar
of peaches

or maybe a bag of peach rings
with too much ice
cream on a sunny sunday

on the way to clay caves
you would deejay
and halfway through

the first scoop you'd
laugh and say
"why didn't you stop me?"

1 comment:

alexis said...

dude. that picture is a mand- a man-hand... a mand. hella!

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