happy birthday

[igetobvious]

[birthday poem in progress]

untitled

cheap wine and closed blinds
I celebrate the depths of winter
as july begins to shine

sleep away the week
because the friends I dug
up from their ditches

can't be found now. they
left the shovel I used in
their war trenches, I suppose

I'll fight this war alone.

[i'm apparently turning 15]

Comments

[moxiedawg]

Happy Birthday, Fella!