Tuesday, January 28

We've got indie film. Or dang near, anyway.

And it's a sub, unless you're eating it during a football game with little smokies and a cold beverage, in which case it might be a hogie.


My sister dredges this fragment up from some ancient text file. As I recall, this went on for pages. I'll just pass it along without further comment.

Once there was a turtle.
It didn't really hurtle.
Being but a turtle.
It only sort of
sat there.

In a torpor.
Like a frisbee,
only kind of bigger.
And with legs. Short ones.

Then it bit me.

more: turtle

tags: topics/poem

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