Yelling and Cartwheels
. for public domain and Kurt Cobain
I'm doing hand stands in the rain.
It's never going to snow again,
until December or late November,
but that's so far away,
so far away,
so far away,
so far away.
I'm doing cartwheels in the sun,
in t-shirts and shorts. It's so much fun.
Throughout the summer, no days a bummer,
but that's so far away,
so far away,
so far away,
so far away.
No one sees where I come from,
gotta go now, I'm on the run,
but listen away and have a nice day,
though we're so far away,
so far away,
so far away,
so far away.
Poetry is best spoken, or in this case, yelled.
Yelling works very well with Ezra Pound's Ancient Music
Copyright © William Coyne | Year Posted 2022
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