O, Febfast, Febfast
not so fast
especially in a leap year
you think at 14
you’re halfway
but no no no
it’s halfway plus another day
it’s good
it’s bad
it’s what it is
a fad
to drive me mad
with longing and
to test resolve
each night
with tonic water
and no gin
I won’t give in
to lush desire
I’ll bite the boredom bullet
or expire
February 27th we are watching the war on television as if it were a show baby faces crying parents brothers sisters dying starving we are watching while we fork through gourmet dinners that we learned
The King birthday of the king no, not the one from Nazareth although that’s quite a thing El-vez The Pres soundtrack of my skinny, bony youth he might’ve been before I found the truth in Shadows and t
Fluviophobe rainy days like these I quickly go from fluviophile to fluviophobe from il to ob in one fell swoop being fluviatile has made me so.