This one was cut from the manifesto.
Read it.
Our ipod Connection
Last night I saw you
Standing on the pine-cone-tree-needle
Floor of an ocean green mountain forest
With a tin-can six-pack of Pabst,
Listening to Eagle
Eye
Cherry
on your iPod.
And You were on your way
to Ukiah and,
I was on my way
to a damn good Haiku
Listening to Eagle
Eye
Cherry
on my iPod.
We were high, and it was cool
I lent you my immunity
And took away your discomfort.
I will never forget you.
I loved you.
I hopped a train into the night
Listening to Eagle
Eye
Cherry
On my Ipod.
It was cool.
1 comment:
Charles,
thanks for the props. It is too bad, but I can try to keep this thing going. I have to say that I enjoyed your book. The layout was nice. The poems were good. I'll checkl in from time to time. Stay in touch...
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