Sunday, January 13, 2008

But I have

The best thing to do when you can't sleep at night is make art. While I was knitting, Octavian was writing poetry. While not as brazenly autobiographical as his other compositions, the following poem was best suited for the blog:

dusk turns into dawn

shadows smoothly retreating

you had sex on me.


Anne-Michelle said...

i am coughing, choking, gasping, hysterical, crying, dying.

thanks, ion.

Toshia said...

what an awesome poem that should have been written by sonya:)

K-Star said...

"brazenly autobiographical" you ballsy man.