Short Order
What moon is this
on my plate?
Take it back, waiter.
I ordered
the sun.
Poem taken from The Smith No. 2, The last special issue, 1973
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
What moon is this
on my plate?
Take it back, waiter.
I ordered
the sun.
Poem taken from The Smith No. 2, The last special issue, 1973