
You connect
a microphone
step away smiling
sing you command
offering a printed lyric sheet
Overcome
I turn to the wall
wailing
while
you drum.
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If all I care for is
Poetry
What will become of
Me
If all my time’s spent
wordlessly
Watching out for stars
that forget to
go?
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