MARK TWAIN SUN

MARK TWAIN SUN

A Poem by Mockingbird






sittin' on the hood
playin' crazy eights
sidwalks a-steamin'
under a Mark Twain sun.

white-buckled clogs
over mottled toe nails
a scabbed knee
and legs a-swingin'
Wolf Man Jack spinnin'
on the d-battery radio
puffin' on a cigarette bubblegum
with berry stained fingers.

laundromat kid comes out
with a big red basin
dumpin' water over the crazy eighters.

there they go again
squealin' and chasin'
soaked and laughin'
breathless and runnin'
under a Mark Twain sun.

© 2013 Mockingbird


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Clever with this verse... I wanted to stop by and give a shout out to your page... I've not visited in a while... Doing my best to review writers here again... like the sound of this and the title...

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