Flyin Time

Flyin Time

A Poem by William B. Burkholder
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Mrs Delphine is immortalized along along 239 Swiss ave. and she will never know cos she ain't no poetess man,

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Time flyin through my veins,
in the lines of my cheek and jowls,
Vowels cause a reverberation from tooth to tongue,
and young ain't so young no mo.
But I got the jo and the juice is flo,
word wippin on a hip hop, bee bop wind baby,
can you dig the sound of that tip tap tapping out a rhythmic beat
to Kerouac and ghinsy man?
That Shoe is hot!
melting meteor meters of alphabetical listing
in phone book wanderings to find found poetry amongst the masses,
and Mrs Delphine is immortalized along along 239 Swiss ave.
and she will never know cos she ain't no poetess man,
she ain't no Marilyn, or Jane, or Betty blue eye freakin Davis,
shes justa fish wife with a vision Man,
sheets hangin on rusty wires, and broken close pins,
just lookin to survive,
she'll never know the likes of me.
she cant afford such things,
she needs to live man and survive...
And for that she don't need me

 

© 2008 William B. Burkholder


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William B. Burkholder
William B. Burkholder

Detroit, MI



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I am a poet and writer living in Detroit Michigan. I have published my first book of poetry titled, "The Writer's Sight" ISBN 1424185718. I Love to write and share my experiences with other like mind.. more..

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