Saturday, April 17, 2010

In Which Eyes Get Evil

To write a sonnet in a moving car,
May be, among my stunts the ultimate.
Mike Oliveri drives us to the bar,
Our con fatigue is vast but not so great
That we can't drink it better, we believe.
'Tis Evil Eye Books night out, and this town
May not be ready, really, to receive
Our tender ministrations. We shall drown
All doubts with margatweetas -- too much fun
Awaits, with Jason Copland, Ommus and
Some folks I've just met, 'long with Cullen Bunn!
Now I just need a wi-fi signal, so
That I may post this sonnet. Here we go!

-- Post From My iPhone

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