Will Blend in for Meaning
Singing on without a pause, peppy, frantic even, a voice alone to keep the world awake
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Replacement
glassy-eyed mocha's
needles in the crook
stacks of idiot's orange & white
and these fingers are numb
tapping saxophone lips
laughing in circles
spinning repetitive wheelies
on dusty conversations
in the daytime dark.
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