What They Were Pitching:
I honestly have no idea
Poetry:
lights fluttered into the east end.
only the third toe of my.
See Also:
What is Spam Poetry?
The beauty is in the subtlety of this piece. The odd vagueness of it’s title and the abrupt way in which it ends prove it’s deepness.
What They Were Pitching:
I honestly have no idea
Poetry:
lights fluttered into the east end.
only the third toe of my.
See Also:
What is Spam Poetry?