[for reference, bill bissett]
nd th cat's n my hed
but that's alright, n evrythng
cos maybe he's ded, n maybe he isnt
it's uncertn, see? with tht giger cntr n all
friggin Heisnbrg. I lrnd it n school, but it
didnt do me no good now, did it?
so, nyway, here's the cat deal.
He's lost, n the dark more or less,
lookin at th parchmnt
thinkn bout onions
n stuff
n then there's this big noise
sounds like Montreal on a Tuesday
after th Habs win
nd he scats
not scats like crap, but like outta here, man
leavin the darkness
leavin the parchmnt
leavin, always leavin
lik m leavin u now
not fr gud, just fr now
Monday, 28 April 2008
bill bissett
Labels:
bill bissett,
cat bails out,
crap poetry,
darkness,
fear,
no hat in this episode
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4 comments:
hevy stuf man
vry gd !
nd i wrkd in a refrnce to onyons
lik th man does
n stuff
Huh?
No onyons for me.
Like.
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