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26 abr 2003

A new (?) blogger (I'm not sure who it is, exactly), posted this poem using my phrase "calvinist coffee":

Then I'm drinking a Calvinist coffee
at 2 a.m., hardly watching
what's happening beyond the plate-glass rim.
Bees sting once, then die. Can't you
tell when I'm kidding and when I'm
falling past the open hatch?

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