Peelings

The latest television show
Won't tell us what we need to know.
Though some of the lines sound so profound.

Its like a mirror of reality,
But the glass is broken
Mad the dialogue is measured:
Like everybody is still in acting school.

I don't know what I just heard in my head,
But my hearing aids are on maximum volume;
While the little boy is muttering to himself
And I haven't been out for days, it seems—
Though I am the most unreliable narrator.

I won't eat the core or the seeds this time.
The cafe is full, but the faces are unfamiliar.
The coffee is black and the window is clear.

The streets are empty.
Everybody's at the demonstration.
They're taking down names.
I missed the bus again.

Borer
Posted by: JohnnyBoy (68.194.70.---)
Date: June 29, 2007 01:50PM

When Freddie sang it nondescript
Coagulating into lumps
He met her at the luncheonette
But they were out of coffee

So Miss Demeanor stayed aloof
Yet mired in her own regard
And Freddie said a pirouette
Should not be tried on stairs

Delinquency is slow to show
A coward staring at his feet
He wouldn’t do it on a bet
Because he rarely gambles

It takes a village and a while
It takes a gun to make him smile
And in his shoes he walked a mile
And then he started running

I like this one Pete, your normal fare

Les

whatever is fare for an ordinary poet...two and six I believe.

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