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Godbye, That
“Goodbye, that” I said, when I realized The variety of former Necessities that have Started sloughing away Thanks to this big ol’ Loofah That is my life “Goodbye, that” “And that” “And that” “Goodbye.” 3 comments from 3 users
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posted by
likhy2
on Apr 22, 2007 at 03:59 PM
Here's a poem I wrote about the slow & gray and mundane days that are Sundays with a major hangover. Morrissey's "Everyday Is Like Sunday" inspired me to write it:
Sundays Hot, Slow, boring Go to the Laundromat Sleep. Wake up. Sleep. Wake up. Soft, distant, ice cream truck melodies Yard sales, swap meets, junk yards, auto parts Mom in the kitchen making caldo de res and menudo Television: car racing, golf, tennis, Al Fin De Semana, infomercials Sleeping in the passenger seat of my girlfriend’s car to get her fingernails done Aunt visits after church and smells like cheap perfume which gives me a bigger headache posted by
twinkie
on Apr 22, 2007 at 06:57 PM
posted by
JulieJordanScott
on Apr 22, 2007 at 10:55 PM
Yeah, I agree - "Sundays" rocks. Love it! Twinkie - that Loofah line dropped out of the sky as if it was wrapped up in a big red bow.
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