Bob Dylan's Songs Come From a Pipe
or some kind of conduit
or some kind of hubble-bubble
perhaps a shower hose
my daughter has learnt to say 'door'
she enjoys knocking her head on them
she dances to anything
i woke up wrapped in the mosquito net
or maybe wrapped in the pipe where
schubert's songs came from
i yanked the window off the wall
haven't replaced nor fixed it yet
looking for a window of opportunity
Copyright © Christopher Allen | Year Posted 2021
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