2.11.10

I Didn't Plan On Dying

I held onto my stash, I had to make it last. Until the seedlings rose up to the sky. Until the teachers burned down the school. Who knows how long this will last? Not you or I. Not the fetishistic priests, the lazy guardians. I will plant my teeth in the garden and eat whatever grows there.

1 comment:

Michael said...

Great to have you back, David.