Poetry seems futile.The feeling is “mutuile”.
I need to get out more: I’m turning into a rutted Troutish person – and I don’t like that.
When your car is sliding on snow toward s ditch, all time seems to slow down. Or maybe not.
Time spent killing poetryIs time most well spentAnd when you’re doneHaving funYou’ll wonder where it went
J Short about 10 years ago
Poetry seems futile.The feeling is “mutuile”.
Aaberon about 10 years ago
I need to get out more: I’m turning into a rutted Troutish person – and I don’t like that.
rshive about 10 years ago
When your car is sliding on snow toward s ditch, all time seems to slow down. Or maybe not.
David Huie Green LoveJoyAndPeace about 10 years ago
Time spent killing poetryIs time most well spentAnd when you’re doneHaving funYou’ll wonder where it went