NauenThen

New poem

April 27, 2018

Poem Made of Lines

c’mon c’mon who’s got a dollah?
who’s got two?
who’s got five?

the evidence is on my face
my face like the tread of new tires

confidence in beauty is a kind of genius

the pretty girls, man, I can’t say nothing to them

one minute I’m me, & then I’m still me

a red-winged blackbird silent on a wire

anywhere I had never been was where I had to be
elsewhere: the most beautiful & saddest word I know
the light’s not shining on you but through you
where will I lay my head tonight?

c’mon c’mon who’s got a dollah for me?