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I wanna write a poem as crooked as Willem Night Moves, 1964
Dafoe’s teeth, a poem as pockmarked
as Tommy Lee Jones’ sour puss… Tobacco Road
I wanna write a Meatloaf poem, not Go to Tom Lyford books
a Manilow, and definitely not a Mel at amazon.com
‘the Velvet Fog’ Tormé poem…
I wanna write an “UH-oh!” poem, one that conjures up
the Jaws theme and makes you say something like,
“You’re gonna need a bigger boat!”
An armored-personnel-carrier poem!
A bomb-squad poem!
A flak-jacket poem!
I wanna write an O J Simpson Ford Bronco poem
that’ll lead the coppers and choppers in a cold
pursuit right up the San Diego Freeway!
I wanna write a poem as crooked as Willem Night Moves, 1964
Dafoe’s teeth, a poem as pockmarked
as Tommy Lee Jones’ sour puss… Tobacco Road
I wanna write a Meatloaf poem, not Go to Tom Lyford books
a Manilow, and definitely not a Mel at amazon.com
‘the Velvet Fog’ Tormé poem…
I wanna write an “UH-oh!” poem, one that conjures up
the Jaws theme and makes you say something like,
“You’re gonna need a bigger boat!”
An armored-personnel-carrier poem!
A bomb-squad poem!
A flak-jacket poem!
I wanna write an O J Simpson Ford Bronco poem
that’ll lead the coppers and choppers in a cold
pursuit right up the San Diego Freeway!