Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Random Prose

I met a girl at a bar one time and I gave
her a rose. I took a few dollars out
 my pocket and handed it over to
the guy in exchange for a bright beautiful
red rose...from out his hands into mines,
from out my hands into hers, up to her
nose she sniffed the flower and then she
began to eat it. She was drunk, I was drunk
in a romantic state of mind but had a moment
of clarity...maybe she wanted her poop to smell
like potpourri? So technically it would be

Written on 2/17/15

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