anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Monday, August 12, 2013
mcmlxxviii
Floating on Jetsam
You win some,
you lose some.
We clear the
air in order to
bitch. It’s
always bitch
with him. I
need to stop
that. Our
friendship
will cont
inue to
leave.
I need
to bundle
TALK into
a series.
Several
hours
later
I’m
still
sleep;
he mis
under
stands.
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