Stone Cold Buddha
My Buddha is suffering in the ice box. His pain is melting all the popsicles. Grape/orange mantra calls for cleanup, And a new religion without sticks. I pray to his grey magnetic face, There beneath … Read more
My Buddha is suffering in the ice box. His pain is melting all the popsicles. Grape/orange mantra calls for cleanup, And a new religion without sticks. I pray to his grey magnetic face, There beneath … Read more