the most important / most deeply introspective meal of the day
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
lazy
lazy little bagel afloat along the river barely bobbing so slowly spinning content to be carried, noticed by no one but for the fishes who wonder in its wake, "what tastes like onion over here?"
an onion bagel poem a day keeps the doctor away. unless that doctor is a psychiatrist specializing in obsessive-compulsive obscure niche poetry writing, in which case the opposite is probably true.
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