The poem as an alcove
The white house in electric blue heat
Bo Peep’s negligee
The crook of her
(crook)
the door to
the small room under the stairs
The man had said
Little piggie let me in
The animals were in their pens
They said
Yes we do have a language
Here it is
Here it is
Wheeohhhweeohhweeohh
hey thanks.
i always wanted to be Noah.
Really enjoyed reading here…
hey thanks. i just visited your site. really dug the shoes.
…i’ll be laughin’ for awhile about your capitol animals
good one, truly