Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Damn it!All of youAll three of you...your loud bangas if such chatter made a statementother than fractionsof inarticulate noise.Damn you!My dog has run offinto the underbrush she thought safeI no longer have herthough I never wanted herto begin with.
High time, I say, for another fifth. Uh, I mean 5th.
Fifth more like it. Bourbon anyone?
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