Poetry

Raw Mockingbird

I dreamt last night of a bosom divine
I dreamt Louis Prima garlic supreme
Just then the great plank came pounding
Down my raw mockingbird

My pituitary’s in a tailspin

My partner is lying back on the table

Everyone’s holding their noses

Heading for cover

Tell them we like it fine here in Quebec

By Jimmy Lem

Things in my head that make it to my fingers.

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