Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Bologna Inserted

Sneaker toes counting time,
finger popping headphone 
Chewbacca howling along with god-knows-what 
or who in his teen-strewn room
bologna sandwich curling on the floor
ONE TWO THREE FOUR
until his father, who once
played air guitar
in his parent's foyer wearing only
tighty whities on a stolen day,
opens the door and gives 
The Look


(Another 5 words 5 minutes poem. I hear the next generation down calls it Iron Poet.)
(Also, working title. In the first draft I forgot the bologna and the prompt giver said title it this.)

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