the singular genius
onward
toward
"post-identity politics"
and sweatpant couture
Frank Sinatra in the endzone
twenty thousand Jewish mothers
went wild
and a nu-groove
kicked the door down
and a dust plume
curled around
the fallen door
we're wearing collars.
we're buttoning
we're tying laces
we're grazing the marble walls
short sleeve dress shirts
and a Kangol beret /
Wikipedia, toiletries
eyeglasses.
"we're just beat dude"
This is not limited to the city boys
"I dig this truck, etc.
I'm chilling on a dirt road, etc."
Charlie Parker
tended his lettuce patch
and played saxophone
in the Camarillo State Hospital band
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