These are the hot dog days,
natural, less studied
whose calculated misbehavior
is a picture of true boys
crowd into the back seats
feet that make toe-dancing
sleeping porches, scrambled eggs
pork chops and pincers,
a moat, a throne
gone to the circus
and certified the clowns.
(for JCRW)
Sunday, April 3, 2011
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