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by Brynn Dizack

.i got the old man on the train sidling up next to me all slow and drunklike with a bunch of wasted dreams between his teeth smells like gordon's and factory smoke and hardened orange peels // & he says, hey, little sister, can you hear the blues? but you don't know, baby, you don't know;; i'm arriving at school too early on a tuesday morning with a caffeinie high and a lack of sleep due to unforseen circumstances // but have i mentioned recently, how important she is to me, those tiny eyes lookin' out through plastic frames indebtted to the whimsy of our afternoons and stupid hats / we are weighed by the consistency of our hearts && the part you play here in my existance can have no understudy; you carry too much of me in your hands and i think of you
whenever i hear ol' muddy waters, yes,,


Author's Note: davis square, five pm,

Posted on 12/19/2003
Copyright © 2022 Brynn Dizack

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ginette T Belle on 12/23/03 at 02:27 AM

i love the flow of this...wonderfully written

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