A brief description of the events of 9-12-07, in pseudo-haiku, natch
Cool summer breezes quickly waft flames high and wide… adrenalin rush. Home, sweet tin sweat box wreathed by leaves and pine straw… almost up in smoke. Scorched sweat box survives, to shelter notapoet through ass-freezing time. This is just a little commentary about almost going up in flames, along... Sign in to see full entry.