Thursday, December 13, 2012


I'm always amused when people ask questions like what one book, person, or album you'd choose if you were shipwrecked on a deserted island. Who wants to be shipwrecked in the first place?


   For 1,000 days 
   The bonfire I started 
   With the idiot’s maps 
   Who landed me here 
   Has burned on the hillside 
   To advertise my 
   Lonely planet. 
   Tuesday after the government 
   Broadcast of Gilligan’s Island
   Your spaceship crash landed 
   In my spice garden, 
   And watching the 
   Hatch open I thought 
   “Fuck rescue,” 
   There are fruit 
   Trees here.

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