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December 13, 2005

(she’s my) Little Q’n’A

Buck Downs

she’s my little Q’n’A
         bumping into
         an invisible
                  door-frame
         I say, on a non
                  existentent
bender  fall forwards
         as long as you’re falling
that’s where I start to find out
         over the counter and
         straight from the heart
mad to quit that mad shit and shit

previously improvised fate

I still call it a free-jazz
         train wreck
    but in a tender
    and loving way!

Posted by Rock Heals at December 13, 2005 12:00 AM