My Mysterious Air
A dream job: all I have to do is drop air from my stomach into a bowl. That's all I have to do all day is drop air and not complain when things start to change.
posted by Todd Colby at 7:47 AM
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
About Me
- Name: Todd Colby
- Location: Brooklyn, NY, United States
Todd Colby is a Brooklyn-based poet and artist. Colby is the author of six books of poetry. His most recent book, Splash State, was published by The Song Cave in 2014. His writing and art have recently appeared in Bomb Magazine, The Brooklyn Rail, Denver Quarterly, Dizzy Magazine, Hyperallergic, and Poetry Magazine. Instagram: @toddjcolby
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3 Comments:
I am thankful that the air originates from your stomach and not your ass!
If so, complaining would prevail, as in a bitchy woman with fresh zits and a dimples on her ass!
Hillbillies usually have one tooth to brush. Two would be a joy, three to many
Being caged for confessions of the heart can be brutal.
Truth is the key to world peace, aids, elimiating hunger, and farting in the bathtub then biting at the bubbles
That doesn't made Andy sense mr. comment above.
John
Exactly.....drinking and typing are dangerous bedfellows.
Random thoughts normally don't make sense from an uncultured, uneducated person.
mr. comment above
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