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When I sing for my Supper, you skip to Dessert

When I heard how you copied the Persian poet,
I copied you.
When I copied you
I developed a slow leak
in my passenger's side.
We coasted along the rumble strip
selling autographs and lemon confections.

When I ran out of wares
I melted the sand into glass
sun spark prisms pot of gold.
When I cashed in the gold,
I bought back my voice
off the last barrow in a Persian market.

When I found my voice I sang out
"Of Jewels and Horses!"
"For God, Mammon and Country!"
"From Barnes and Noble!"

And the merchant replied
When I this, I that.
When I this, I that

and I told him a three time poet laureate
from the New World wanted to say hello,
thanks for all the lemon bars
carbonated fruit punch, tea.

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PandoraGlittersPandoraGlittersover 11 years ago
Thank you.

I enjoyed the construction of this and, as ever, the voice.

Bill DadaBill Dadaover 17 years ago
When I this, I that!

I enjoy the hell out of writing where the journey is more important than the destination. This is one hell of a journey. Makes you want to scream 'From Barnes and Noble'

ty,BD

WickedEveWickedEveover 17 years ago
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I've come back to this poem several times over the last few days. It's sinking in, now. :) Not sure what's sinking in, but I'm seeing some images. I really hate to like a poem and not be sure why. Darn, what a difficult poem to comment on.

lobomaolobomaoover 17 years ago
•) love that swirly whirly grrl

in Xanadu you bought me dates

the black abada type

that grow only in dry creek beds

with the promise of winter water

crashing down in sudden floods

to a land thankful for the monsoon passion

as for all the rest, the hot tea and cardomom

I was always up for something new

my problem was that I could not skate

and i looked ridiculous in pink leg warmers

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