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wherewithal for your thoughts make
that two bartender music man

her fists were cumulus clouds
...

i poured a poesy
from a jar in a field

full of two-petaled
...

with the fuzzy edges of her floating
down to the smooth riverside boulders
with all those pebbles in her pockets
drifting without bizarre hesitation
...

it screamed through trees
while they giggled and
gulped beer eager for the
wreck of 1891
...

I poured myself
down the hallway
my hips
...

The Best Poem Of Professor Plum

I Wish I Had Been A Cobbler

wherewithal for your thoughts make
that two bartender music man

her fists were cumulus clouds
attached to slender wrists and

one grabbed my crotch I
blinked into ceiling fan eyes

agitating it like a Maytag washing
machine under there where they

stick the gum I thought of Norman
Bates while Lynyrd Skynyrd did

pushups around my head and
she even did the air guitar move

afterward as sweat bubbled
out onto my clammy forehead

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Abekah Emmanuel 31 July 2014

Such a moment to remember Prof, scene vividly captured...... keep it up!

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