And push all the right strings
But No thing can bring
It home like a bucket of deep fried poems
And mash potata-prose.
Food’s a good topic
Excuse me?
Do you got a bic
Lighter shade of gray
Hound bus boys
Town auction
Near my soul
Don’t fear the words
Fall like a spiral stair down
Town on a one way wagon
Trail ain’t got no name
While we are out here
Good will hunting game
Bet Midler’s finger
She’s a dead ringer
For a dead singer
I wrote 5 lines
for Swingers
to abuse
the Accused
at least I made it rhyme
didn’t eye-
of-the-Storm
and Starship Trooper
Enterprises
this is how I devise it
please summarize it how
the summer arises
in Buenos Aires
and how the rice is
for All Mighty Isis
crispy cake
walks down Sonny Rhodes
with little House on the Prairie
Dogs go down to the Reservoir
Falls for a drink of water
And never come back
Stoking up the main-Stream
The mean streak in U S All
Called verbs and Capital-iSMS
Just another ism for the ranks
Of bankrupt banks
As Hands and Arms that crank
The stank ‘round and ‘round
Incomes the Guitar
solo
I can almost grab it
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