Thursday, March 10, 2011

jottings from my new foreskine notebook

a company mint is accompaniment to the think tank man on the spit shine dime of the bailed out line of some deadweight freight. the new scam is old hat but the old boots are worn true.

where is that hat i'm going out darling
                     here i am again              sharp as ever, popped up at the river of the mouth in the gagging beachhead, caked to kill in krill powder but creased cold by centuries of centurion signatories.