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
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