Frisbee With Lindsay Poem by Robert Rorabeck
Frisbee With Lindsay
I’ll get drunk and try to emulate the Beats,
Kerouac wasn’t very good at it, but he’s still neat.
Then I saw the Congo creeping through the black,
Cutting through the forest with a golden track.
When my dog and I want to go old school,
I’ll throw a stick. Otherwise, we play Frisbee.
(And if you didn’t know, the middle stanza
Is Vachel Lindsay.)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
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