Saturday, November 21, 2009


Broke kids listening to an acapella
"The Nearness of You",
A fire barrel crowning on them, one of em
Getting sick by the bridge:

Dumb, dumb, dumb be dumb.

(once was a romantic skimming glances,
always listened to the words.)

But their incorrigible trombone shoves, it's as though
They'd been invited to lead a protest.

But the brass was bent and the light--

It wasn't low enough.

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