"The Old Typewriter Blues"
written like a techno-fiend bad friend by jake kilroy.
You sit up high on a rafter,
perched to see
the magnificent laughter
of poor me
sitting blue at a computer,
drunkenly,
with tired arms of a looter.
Savagely,
I try to write American,
[poetry?]
sure, yes, but it's Bohemian,
[no marquee?]
with only the sound of the rain,
so pretty,
as I say what I can't explain,
so sadly.
Monday, January 18, 2010
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