based on a bad poem that drosh wrote as a teenager in the margins of an algebra notebook.
at the time, drosh had hoped to become a performance artist and really, many of his old poems are written as if they would need to be included in a much larger work.
by the way, drosh never got around to recording them back then, so his old old poem has found new life, with special thanks to butterfly sandwich, as per usual.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
october snow