
One by one
copying all of my poems
out of WordPress
reliving my pathetic – er,
I mean
poetic life
export my ass
looks like NSA doodling
not a poem to be found
too much
HTML-BP-XYZ
crap like <><> and what-not
Doing a month a day
I’m up to July
remembering the joys
of those great times
friends, beach
sand, surf
not unlike
a Corona commercial
as a matter of fact
exactly like that
(I can’t hear you
with the headphones on!)
© Chagall, 2013
