Erasable

Once There Were Towels Once There Were Towels Once There Were Towels

Once There Were Towels

Things That Live

thespiritcodes:

Syrup spoons in tiny hats,
Relevant only to the Doormouse mats,
Begun again in frugal June,
Where ices place while wisdom spoons.

Into a broader gauge of foot
Apart from memory’s internal flute,
Will swim the morbid joyous gist
Revealing apparent dadaists.

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dreamerofdays

We Came to See Trees

I Have a Pencil!

Ceci Est Un Billet

I’ve recently begun some long overdue cleaning.  Like, years overdue.  In the process of such, I’ve run across a lot of odd objects I, for one reason or another, squirreled away… as well as a thick-tipped sharpie.  Thus, all the haiku so far have been written on/about actual crap found during my actual cleaning binge… unfortunately putting a very late justification on my having saved some of it.  This is the packrat portion of my brain having a laugh, I think.

Inside Out

Receipts 1969