Dry Auden
by grimbeau
A struggling writer: a writer struggling;
a beaten brow: a brow beaten.
Quandaries. Sundries. Tuesdays.
Sunday’s Just like Monday’s is…
let’s call it straight, Joey
(not that old crap again!)
you gave me a one way ticket to Pookaville!
Palokaville…
urghh, don’t interject, I was emoting.
Yea sure you was.
On the waterfront there ain’t no latrine duty.
Cryptic as McGillicuddy,
Manhattan wept, just like Jesus did.
Reblogged this on Grimbeau and commented:
McGillicuddy Reeks!
tell him to have a shower
Light or heavy one
it’s all the same to me now
rainy day dream away-o
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