THE GROOVE FONDUE

poems fondue

Monday, September 05, 2005

Amsterdamage

sure,
my throat feels
awful—
like I swallowed
an angered
pufferfish.
sure,
all I have to show for it
are some grainy
stony photos.
and fine,
I don’t remember
one thing
that happened.
sure, sure, sure.
but goddamn it,
I could do that
every
fucking
night.

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