Monday, May 18, 2009

Not like that

Not like the floaters you find
because your brother forgot to flush. Like Winnie the Pooh.
The color of poopiness,
and the poopines,
gets crazy. 
It makes up new words like zinozagonawchinalgiasgerfulitian.
The letters of the alphabet,
times infinity. 
It's the color of a hot day,
when you feel that special feeling.
That color.








The color of Pooh

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