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?
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?