Work for free
the sound of sleeves
crisp and neat
writing my name in corners
graphite; poems
order, dismal
messy, the way you like it
the way i want it
work for free,
Holiday and The Duke,
Me and You
know a thing or two,
about a thing or two
poems in circles around
vinyl--- adopted through
melodies, customs
finger picking folk styles,
he turns throws names
I've never heard,
she throws looks
I've only dreamt I've seen
dirty dresses
fingerprints--stains and smells
that leave my 9 year old mind
feeling much like a child,
but I tip my hat to you---
tumbleweed and lips chapped,
roam the range,
you don't know my name,
dress flapping,
"Fare Thee Well,"
Oh and even though I shant,
I fear this is---
J. Despers and The Beginning of The Worst Decision.
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