Matinee At The Bijou Poem by Randolph Larsen

Matinee At The Bijou



Sunday
Crosseyed Lucy wanted
Someone to love her
So much


Huddled together
In fourbit darkness
Way-y-y-y
In the back


She asked if
I loved her
And I said yes
I guess


And when she slid
Her quickbitten
Fingers into my
Bluejeans


John Wayne
Turned a somersault
And an Indian
Bit the dust

Sunday, August 14, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: discovery,mythology,youth
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