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The Melodrama of Nineteen Ninety Nine.
We had all the answers back in ninety nine, dinja
Sunshine dropped, cock blocked mono façade, there was Vicodin in bed
Red head bombshells never said why, but left, paused in imprint sober face
Mentally, we wrote haikus in bed
Tonsils swollen shut
Red head bombshell gone for now
Vicodin to eat with
Haikus never sufficed for when Len came on with sunshine, or Kid Rock knows why
Bones, nostalgia, big cold death from why two kays. We wore sunscreen.
It never fell, the sky, and we asked more questions before the eleventh, waiting for sky
Looking under beds, never really reaching what we knew in ninety nine.
William Comparetto
© 2007