A poem I shat out a little bit ago:
‘Sloppy’
That’s me.
Missing a belt loop, toot-fruit, one-armed, nicknack handler.
Classic car, from afar, hot dog stand, without a plan.
Hot tea on a Saturday night? Dumb. Why not chew your nails while watching reruns of ‘Friends’?
Who invented fun?
I fucking did.
Deal.
SLE • 3/23/13
A GREAT FB post about Huether:
Why does Charles Bukowski continue to show up?
