HARMONY

A Poem by MICHAEL

Believe my harmonica

is wrapped in cellophane

beneath my bottom

dresser drawer

It bubbles and blows

sweet fruits of alone

29 palms

and sheets all alone

Duplicity plays a part

split the problem in 2

Life takes on art

Art imitates life

Memphis predilection

Oh, mama

you know what I need

but she knows what I want

© 2008 MICHAEL

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Added on August 12, 2008

Author

MICHAEL

INDIANAPOLIS, IN

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Male, 58, currently single. Government clerk in Indianapolis. Ex-hippie(well that's an oxymoron). Music and writing are my interests. Play pool pretty good, was a hustler in my youth.Play guitar and s.. more..

Writing

INNOCENCE