Friday, November 20, 2009

Poem 16: Poets Group, Overheard

There's no joy in buying water heaters
I'm sort of willing to let it get retarded again
but you feel the difference
The high school thing? I didn't get invited to that
We roofed the barn and it leaks
I can feel the conflation's going to come
It's higher than the house
How long can this go on?
The I'm so f---ing cool bell
It's like child's wallpaper
The only think I've read of his is garbage
One year, it was a bad porn theater
The next year, Bob Dylan is playing
Talk about snow and the bird in the yard
Oh, you're just letting yourself go like that
It was a pretty Deliverance-y scene
Nasty guitar playing and snakes

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