Poetry — Illustration
Bass Place
Thumbs dance on broken roads in a poem I suppose but it gives me a charge
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3 min readOct 27, 2024
Really doesn’t matter
Fish or funk
Back in front of my junk
Front in back of this trunk
Lyfting me higher
Thump-a-dump
I’m so old
I used to bump
Not well
But nobody was keeping score
Just parking tickets
Sticky
Thickets
Side roadside slide
Weaves a traffic trick
Right right right
But not at the light
Dimes change
Sorry
Ya can’t
At least not here anymore
One way streak
Eek
Battalions abeyance
Conveyance
LST
I’m free to associate
But will I
In November
Still be counting
January beats
