just think, type, submit. every poem is anonymous.
i remember when i was twenty one and iwrote stuff everyday.
when all of the fishare dead you can thank BP,your car and your greed.
email was weird for a bit. my apologies for the lack of posts, as usual.
what the heck am idoing killing airport timewith online haiku?
il est loin dema coeur n'est pas loin debas. le joyeux saut.
I got over itA long time ago, I thought.Yet I still feel sick.