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
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3.12.2011 #1 (poem)
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2 comments:
I can only hear doo-wap.
Time to change ears. I mean gears.
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