web poem 1 monday still thinking it’s sunday like a mullet stunned day the end of a long run daymy getting nothing done day once in a blue moon day meet John Wayne at the saloon day gun fight at high noon day last safari in the Cameroon day monday monday (sings) “can’t trust that day” an unexplained phenomenon day (sings) “all the critics love you in New York” day cream cheese, dill, and smoked salmon day monday again, a l r e a d y b e c o m i n g t u e s d a y the Round-Pacific cruise day the everything to lose day too many h o l e s in the shoes day monday [metaslider id=767] ⇒
