Monday, January 21, 2008


Poet's Note: Geez-o-Pete, I need something super-lite to counteract all the hand-wringing poems below. So:

Rolling old-school
inna big black Benz
with big black music
leaking from the speakers,
Sugar Hill and high-
top sneakers under
snazzy jeans
funkiest-ass forty-year-old
you ever seen.

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