Lead Head Poem by Nat Z. Punx
Lead Head
wonder bread
uncle fred
mertz and skirts
jesus said
telephone
not alone
close to home
right to the bone
flights of sin
reeling in
nighttime's spin
morning 'gain
brilliant din
chimblus stoned
instincts honed
cranium coned
destiny's sown
crack a toe
smack a hoe
beat a fag
with sourdough
ever feel like you are channel surfing in your brain
and there is nothing worth watching?
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