Lab group poem by Peter, Zoki, Hillary, Cordula, Jean, Carlotta, Nathan, Friday, May 28, 2004.
Already seen plenty of things he said
Too bad I can't see the bus under the
bridge. Too bad I can't see the bridge.
Too bad for me not seeing you going out
of the house burnt under my feet
the warmth is seeping through my veins
glowing phosphorescent skull in
darkness clasping fingers in dancing
They make me want to bite them.
Typical. A typical type. The type that types
typically. Be sure to take a bus 66a.
66a is carrying poets to their destinations
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