Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Poem #332 of 365

Discussing the future of one's abdominal muscles
with a
is an exercise
in futility.

"And, speaking of exercise,"
she murmured
to her yawning

as she clenched
at her dinner,
which intermingled
with a hastily-sipped
Shiner from the
1am Chat Room
station stop.

Silence after that.
Such a non-conversant cat.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez

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