I was thinking about the end of yet another SXSW here in Austin, TX this morning so I went digging through my poems to find something that would fit with my current mood.
from HIP POSTURING
The belly of the beast
trigonometry
function of
reality
courtesy phone
ringing
pick it up now
make a call
pretend to fall
down down down
you go to the basement
looking good man
pick up chicks
get yr kicks
like an old timer
low low
yeah real low
how long can one
mouth run on and on
to satisfy the stomach
in the middle of a feast.
1 comment:
Nice poem, man. Like, you could be one of those hep cats dancing around on the corner of sixth and brazos. Yeah, dig.
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