#1242 - sit to watch the town

 

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sit to watch the town

 

chocolate with the river

tin whistle man drowned

or jamming though he doesn’t know

loud yankee techno pulp

 

his the tune of a place was

eventually gives up

bland sentiment wins out

he was already gone

 

aptly – because we’re in a poem

the ‘KILLER’ truck goes by

I think it must be a butcher’s

(no mincing words)

I’ve seen their shop

it’s opposite the funeral director

next to the herbal pharmacy

 

so much wishfulness you see

 

the bridge across the river

and people on their way

 

so much secondhand

what you can afford

 

everyone is practicing for something

 

the hills are green

she smokes

and she puts it out

and then again she smokes