One Hundred and Eleventh Entry

Of course, the day before my reading is a really nice day, and the day of my reading is a weather disaster. LAY-YAME.

I've been commenting too much about stuff and nobody cares, including me, so we're getting right to it.

Here's my poem:

PLIERS

Day Six:
dragon skin holding up. Vacation
disaster, morbid weekend at haunted
mansion with terrible weather, bored
enough to take up an instrument.
Must remember to peel skin off
of seeds, seeds are good four our
people. Sunflower in the pot on
the windowpane, what song is this?
It sounds like eskimos battling
the only way they know how.