Like An Upside Down Lawn Mower

Ramblings from a scissor-tailed flycatcher, a creature of the heartland, reporting on tornadoes, madness, & endless sky.

bowl of fruit

There are people out there
that hang pictures on their wall
that mean NOTHING
to them.

These are the people I have
a hard time talking to.

Posted on Thursday, March 13, 2008 at 05:37PM by

Derek Doublin in Poetry Scribblings |

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Get off my lawn. And please hug me. Please, please hug me. And while you're walking over here, could you make me a Cape Cod?
Thanks. You're the best. If there's no clean glasses, just pour it in a ziploc bag. Cranberry juice is in the fridge, vodka's in the bar.
All I have is Seagram's Grape Vodka. I thought I'd try something new. I kind of like it. Say... what did you say your name was again?
Petunia?