tgbusill: Ode to My Still Forever Still Unravished Bride
tgbusill: the man who owns all the taxi cabs in the world
tgbusill: I saw her straw hair growing amidst the wild weeds in the breeze (Then again, it could have been just more weeds)
tgbusill: Epic poem
tgbusill: "Why I Like the Breezee-Spray"
tgbusill: smokers express
tgbusill: the moonwalks we'll never know about
tgbusill: I dreamed of assassins on bicycles
tgbusill: Ask your healthcare provider about ducks the way Quentin Tarantino would
tgbusill: I dream of Henry Kissinger in a cage
tgbusill: negotiating the terms of eternal damnation
tgbusill: They worked in the ski lodge building
tgbusill: my muse speaks to me in Japanese (which I don't speak)
tgbusill: After great revelry - a sober feeling comes
tgbusill: Part of why I moved here / They found his bowling shoes in the park
tgbusill: filled with wires and light
tgbusill: scenes from a hamburger hunt
tgbusill: "Surprise!" (exotic dancer juggling saxophone, harp and ukuele)