PROJECT REBUILD


PREVIOUS TENANTS

Flagging

You hang on gaslights

I fall asleep to steamclocks,

your Vancouverique theories
of special relativity.

Insurance fires the fake wood--- 
you are a pot of tea.

Over steeped, time to plant tulips.

Stop playing for keeps

You're like so American

You like little peeps

for Easter




 

Tom Willlson

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