Showing posts with label the only tattoo my best teacher wanted. Show all posts
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Sunday, July 21, 2013

One poem for the day

Buffalo Bill 's
defunct
                     who used to
                     ride a watersmooth-silver
                                                            stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat

                                                                                                                        Jesus
he was a handsome man
                                                            and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death



--e. e. cummings