For breakfast I eat up my vowels, my a e i o u, to which I add from consonants a fricative or two;
After that I move my bowels then write as poets do, and frequently am quite surprised to feel a trill come through.

Saturday 11 June 2011

doggy-style dowry:
unable to face the nose
she paid through


A little bit of Turkish: Burun (Nose)
Kılavuzu karga olanın burnu boktan çıkmaz.
If your guided by crows you'll end up with your nose in shit.

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