i listen to a dead musician and wait for a pulchritudinous poem to pour forth
found that word on dictionary.com while procrastinating
the voice speaks of rail-cars and love and homecooked meals
i dump my own ingredients into a stainless steel bowl
1 cup of verbs
1/2 cup of nouns
1 T of adjectives
stir together and hope for the best
the song changes
a new band, peaking
riding the line between unknown and mainstream
deserving to be discovered
deserving to remain undiscovered to the molasses
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