according to mr. wallclock
Monday, February 6th, 2006i could hear my uncle
inside the toilet. his
toothbrush reaches his
throat and gawks as if
he wants to while
hearing wolfgang tapes
on a surveying review
session. i can’t
demarcate the bounds
where i’m refrained
to exceed for tomorrows
test is about to come.
and when the clock
starts to tick on its
final destination, switch
mode turns to a cowboic
image, firing guns like
some western showdown.
okay, let’s count 2 years
more until you realize
you’re old enough to go
to the barber shop all
by yourself.
la lang
feb 27 2000
4:20
samp mla
