Thursday, December 18, 2014

Whyta keepa
man na for himselfa
down in da holey waterwith da
name in da whole of
da with you
edge skip
ing along pulled
tight
against da man's face
we skate and trace
over
the outline of da man's face
a weirdy weird weird man i found
cheek
you found
bottom
oh brother where art thou nose
to breathe
i think you are an accordion
with stape stape staples
song a staple song a stable song

dazzle you glitter beard

mashed potato waves

stop saying the word nymph

blanketed apostrophes

thoughts in a song

thoughts in an apple

thoughts of the big apple ro ro ro rhododendron rugs saffron a big toe sat on a big to

you belong with me whaaaaaaaaaat

o toward to his each own the meat of a nut
the meat of a nut

im glad you call it the meat of a nut

the way
ur fingers

press press into the bones in my back, searching to be    there

an ancient trade
and
god knows im meant for a dirty basket or two

swing low sweet baloney we're a match made in heaven oscar

a funky funny in an elbow crook belonged to a little age on your teeth

a little age on my face

a little age does nicely a dabll doya da man

wit da glue

whoda say so whoda tot

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