Saturday, March 12, 2011

In the big-time I wailed, Jack


In the big-time
I wailed                      Jack

now I nod and fold napkins
put on records until one

slips my mind
lands crying

on the floor.

Play it wap Play it wap Play it wap Play it wap wap wap

               wap

       wap

               wap


In the big-time wap I was the man wap behind the door.




3.12.2011 #3
3.12.2011 #2 (canvas, books)
3.12.2011 #1 (poem)

2 comments:

Gerry Boyd said...

I can only hear doo-wap.

William Michaelian said...

Time to change ears. I mean gears.