In the age of La Niña I wept for the buffalo dropped in cement: buffalo burgers, buffalo bread, blueberry buffalo stew I blissed out on bent sand on ice and toy bugle I waxed my legs and dreamt of Boulder, its flowers going every which way. return to SHAMPOO 38
dropped in cement: buffalo
burgers, buffalo bread, blueberry
buffalo stew I blissed out on bent sand
on ice
and toy bugle I waxed my legs and dreamt
of Boulder, its flowers
going every which way.
return to SHAMPOO 38
