Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
particular about the point it made.
Why, when I was knee- high
to a grasshopper,
this black juice came out on
a hard shelled chin.
And that called that 'tobacco
juice'.
I used to fiddle with my back feet
music for a black onyx.
My entire room absorbed
every echo..
The music was.. thud like.
The music was.. thud like.
I usually played such things as rough-
neck and thug.
Opaque melodies that would bug
most people.
Music from the other side of the fence.
A black swan figurine lay on
all color lily pads.
On a little conglomeration table
of pressed black felt.
With same color shadows,
and seamed(?) knobbed knees, and what- nots.
The long hallway rolled out into
oddball odd.
Beside the fly- pecked black doorway,
that looked closed on the tar-
lattice street.
Up a wrought iron fire escape.
Rolled out a tiny wooden platform with
dark, hard, dark rubber wheels.
Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek! Roll, skreek!
Sam with the showing scalp flat top,
particular about the point it made.