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Walk

"Walk" by Jim Lemanowicz, NYC with Sony DSC-W50 on 11 Sep 2013

Poetry

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

Poetry

This medicine tastes lousy
Pipe down, pipe down!
Give me an intelligence test
Hope springs eternal
UPS sent me this smokestack

Now what?

Got the John Birch Society in my wallet

Got the tofu, got the toe-food

It’s so awful, what they do at the dog pound

But it’s OK, it’s a job