Thursday, August 03, 2006

singing lessons

open your mouth----like so
orange globe motor oil
lick your lips
don't dry
timbre
don't shout
in november you'll learn carols

now it's july
and the tractor drowns out the piano

open your mouth----wider
iowa meadow lima piano
pretend you are kissing
the boy
or the girl
pretend the skirt is your knee is my finger
don't slouch
by this time next year

all the lessons will be forgotten

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

superb poem that creates summery imagery :)

5:09 AM  

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