Jonzo Bandwagoner Poems

The emtpy hallways, the lonely corridors
Bar the attempt for any thoughts
Of future hopes, future dreams,
Instead reviving those memories
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I can’t understand what you’re saying,
Is that gibber or jabber or elastic-farce splaying?
Is that intelligible language from your mouth so freely spraying?
Are you speaking words at all or playing?
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In my travels,
I asked a scholar,
'What is heaven like? '
He answered, gladly,
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This morning I woke up,
And all the stuff
That happened yesterday
Seemed oh so far away...
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The dribbling sheets
Touch in noiseless triumph:
Trapped, we crowd
In the house's amber, artificial light,
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in her eyes
i cannot tell,
if i'm old news
or sometimes swell.
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for landrey


I know at this moment he feels like a participle:
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softly—
not much unlike the soaring-sound sight
that arises each morning, beckoning, calling—
the man joyed. It was like a word not sung before.
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I.

Treacle, O agéd ailanthus
Seeps from the lips of olden
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I wish I knew how to build a swing,
A beautiful thing that would sway
The right way, or (at this point) a swing
That would just swing at all.
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