OUCH!: Poem of the Day/// hbz

Two Chord Blues
 
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PANIC DREAM
In an airport
 
Little thieves
 
Band
Mates
In and out of the scene
 
An old friend
From the preaching days
Hands me a suitcase
Which promptly disappears
 
Adam Carolla
Running and coaching
Shouting
"Follow me!"
 
Me
In my Weezer shirt
 
I didn't pack
I think I'm going to L. A.
 
I'm carrying scraps of paper
Which I do not want to part with
 
Working on inventing the pen
 
Hallways open into vast food courts
 
No signs
 
I've got a ticket
 
I'm late
 
I don't know where I'm supposed to be
 
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