Making The Dawn Poem by Thomas James Martin
Making The Dawn
Cape Hatteras
Joe the Moustache
wiping the suds
& plays a black trombone while She (
Joe has taken a player piano and nickelodeon from his lapels ;)
hurling now a nylon and
suddenly slipped out of it all,
Joe thows her a blue and giraffe skin,
She blows a kiss
And lifting a thigh
Smiles and
Is
Gone.
(Joe into a head
blows himself away.)
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