Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Worth


she wrapped jazz around her body

rented a room for blues on the back-alley of her tongue


musica she yelled as plates and cups flew through the air

i found refuge behind a sonata sofa

that her mother gave her ex-husband


now I know why the guy left.


MUSICA DAME LA MUSICA


honey, I do not have it in me, with me, within me... on me, under me.

Maybe above me.

A vase swooshes and crashes against the wall.


Crawling to safety I found the rocking chair we bought at the Salvation Army when we were dating and slid underneath.


ROCK AIN'T GONNA SAVE YOU!


baby, I might as well give it a try...



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