Self-deprecation is worth its weight in smoldering phoenix-ashes and baby unicorn tears.
or; 4 of increasingly many.
Published on June 10, 2007 By SanChonino In Poetry
Darkened alleyways,
Sweat, garbage, blinking street lights.
Night in the city.

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on Jun 10, 2007
on Jun 11, 2007
You're a haikuing machine... But you haven't done one on Rose's subject: boredom.