Dec. 9, 2009
A poem for Dave made from davesplat:
Whatever happens happens
A lone basketball hoop in rural Alaska,
plant it / clove by clove / in November,
I brought a pumpkin pie but there was already a pumpkin pie,
I added some hot banana peppers
and he played some sample tape from this collection.
I sat in my awesome crazy creeks and cheered.
Now it’s really late and my ears are ringing. Thinking about
new ways to winterize / in my own little triangle,
performing research on crickets
boiling them in bbq sauce
the score got a little out of control
he showed up and proclaimed
whooooooooooo’s comin with me?
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