Monday, December 12, 2005

Thirty-Ninth Entry

well, I'm 26 now. I had a nice little dinner and a nice little party. I got some nice little presents too. I'm pleased. I'm also resolved. I need to leave this town.

Here's my poem:

THIS IS MY ELECTRIC GUITAR

On the roof
the amplifier comes unplugged
and falls over the side
the way we used to do

stealing your bed-ridden
aunt’s smelly brown couch
about four hundred years old
and falling on it

you used to do flips
I always knew you’d be a stuntman
I was “working” on my album
when you called

and said that you’d flown
off a trick panel in the ground
as the timed explosion went off
in the war movie

but my hearing’s not so good
anymore and I thought you said
your aunt had died and I said
‘you already told me’

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