August 28, 2012 – ayaladn

maybe it’s that tab you’re at, maybe it’s the Tom you know, maybe it’s the clause you right

at culinary school today, I’m taught to make a pudding thick — but I’m lost in thought — I wonder where my puddy is

get them while they’re hot — what- ever is the styx is oneday stale — still, I want to read the foggy news thru my glass eye — ( I’m sure I’ve left it in the can but only find the classifieds ) so, I’ll turn the tv on — a rerun of Gunsmoke —Continue reading

eight to eight — I’ll be late for lunch at one or was it two, I cannot find a taxi stand, the road’s too rutted for the bus, I trace the lane the farmhouse of for winged shoes & find but one, I’ll have to bike it, sure it’s flat, so I’ll hike it —Continue reading