I Won't Be Your Kennedy Center
I'll be out cold under the spotlights
I'll have been that way for hours
It's been hours and hours that I've been
like this -- there are horses and jockeys
in diamond-patterned silks and
the world's tallest Christmas tree.
Your tightrope poetry really
takes me places;
It seems I learned to read
in anticipation of you.
I won't be performing,
but it'll be a real performance.
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1 comment:
This rocks. And you rock. Of course.
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