202. November 22, 2010 (mon. wk30)
i grew up in musicals
Literally in the set changes
Ok, maybe i was 3rd fiddle
Gun tech/sound assist in a pulp novel
Play, the prop mistress's bitch
Dragged to the antique mall on acid
Tri-rainbow shot glasses for the dear
Detective molesting the blond
Wig at the golf ball, tennis court
Ship has sailed for that broad
Cup of paintbrush water
based on a pretty picture of
The Amazing Stage Show, feat. suspenders you've seen before in The Slomski Brothers ;)
(*poem's a hefty dose of ambivalent high school techiexistence, lowly undergrad days)
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