A Hard Day's Work
I came home
from Muse.
My wife said,
"Did you have
a hard day
writing poems,
honey?"
"I sure did," I said,
"I'm pooped."
"That's too bad, honey,"
my wife said,
and then she started
to frighted
the tiredness
away
with gentleness.
źródło: The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings
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tekst z archiwum "american dust" (brautiganarchives.xyz); z tomu "The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writings" (Houghton Mifflin, 1999)
14.06.2026