9.30.2013

POEM: Vague Vin

he knew the girl we asked about
and answered with queer platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night
She were a sight
she were a curse
comfort werent her thing
dressed up like a nurse

he talked to himself:

a devil a dragon
a tiger back a'wagon
a chickadee with one bad wing
shes a waitress 
a bee sting
a tiger in the jungle
smells of apple crumble.

He says she always proclaiming herself:

ima queen ima pixie queen
ima wear a hat sunday afternoon
ima daddys girl im everything mean
im my own little world my daddy the moon

(1oct13)

he knew this girl
We asked about her
all he had were platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night
She were a sight
she were a curse
comfort werent her thing
when she dressed up like a nurse

What she were
he talked himself into:
a devil a dragon
a tiger back a'wagon
a chickadee with one bad wing 
a bee sting
a tiger in the jungle
a waitress smells of apple crumble.

He says she one whats always telling you what she is:
ima queen ima pixie queen
ima girl wearing a hat sunday afternoon
ima my daddys girl
ima everything mean
ima my own little world
my daddy the moon

(30sep13 #2)


Says he knew this girl
We asked for details
all he had were platitudes:

She were a freight train in the night
She were a sight, she were a curse;
comfort werent her thing
when she dressed up as a nurse

What she were
he talked himself into:
a devil a dragon
a tiger back a'wagon
a chickadee with one bad wing
a jungle a bee a sting
a waitress smells of apple crumble.

He says she one of these whats always telling you what she is:
ima queen ima pixie queen
ima girl wearing a hat sunday afternoon
ima my daddys girl
ima everything mean
ima my own little world
my daddy the moon
                                         
30sep13 (phone)



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