Tuesday, September 1, 2009

The perils of wage labor

Fatigued heavy-bodied and fetal, too often croissant orders worm their greasy fingers into my brain as I drift towards REM.
My inscrutable brain lingers on memories of croissant orders rather than
dance partners
Dutch landscapes
attractive strangers
blues queens
(moments that populate my significant existence)
HA HA HA HA HA






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  1. winknightSeptember 3, 2009 at 10:51 AM

    i like that bit of purple&blue.
    the end of all croissants! the flaky bits were consumed and the rest left for the birds.

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