' On the Spot Poem by Bay Ambrose
Hill Kempthorne & Philip Hackett '
A Skattering
skatters
shatters
shakes and askews
the minds skatter
oh what a shattering of mouths
youee the shakes
as he and she dance to the 50's
as the jukebox
excuse them the excussables
as they fall onto the tile
table in the caffe' trieste'
everyones excuses the souls
of loop-holes looking
into the peep-holes
of on into the void
my fluid blatter
best better believe
no neverminds the
insessant blabber
of squalks and talks
has poped the
point of the
bubble balloned
floating folded blanket
of like womb warmth
minded individuals of
indian summer mind
ecscuse me
Native American !
:0)
Sincerely,
B N
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