friday sonnet (#207: fucking gunma)
i grew up in & so on & so forth, she said.
we’re none of us lou reed but sweaty?
my god, you’ve no idea. push the right
package, you morons. puma hi-tops
leave footprints on your arse. i grew up
in japanese now in tokyo station not
my fault it’s raining, right? after we
finish talking about heather & missing
money &, outside, ornamental bamboo.
it’s still raining, puma hi-tops leave
footprints on your heart. you guys
& your scripts, that’s the wrong problem.
i grew up in fucking gunma, she said.
ornamental bamboo / rain falling softly.