community blog / set repressed poetry free! / home for our haiku
your wish to see snowamuses one from Buffalo.We had three seasons.Fall, when it *might* snowWinter, when snow and ice fallJuly, when it melts.
Buffalo? Where themighty Buffalo Wings gottheir mystical start?I wish to see thisthrice-seasoned land of ice andeat wings in the snow
fiery red sauce bathestenderly crisp wings - perfecton an icy night.find beer, quickly nowdouse the flame of Duff's suicide wings. Burning pain! Sweet!
Post a Comment
3 comments:
your wish to see snow
amuses one from Buffalo.
We had three seasons.
Fall, when it *might* snow
Winter, when snow and ice fall
July, when it melts.
Buffalo? Where the
mighty Buffalo Wings got
their mystical start?
I wish to see this
thrice-seasoned land of ice and
eat wings in the snow
fiery red sauce bathes
tenderly crisp wings - perfect
on an icy night.
find beer, quickly now
douse the flame of Duff's suicide
wings. Burning pain! Sweet!
Post a Comment