david jewell poet

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soul-soul

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lookin’ for my soul, oh, vagabond-buddha /

oh, hiawatha, wanna be with-ya /

which way, sistah / just call me mistah

starshine-superfly / don’t know why I jive

just stayin’ alive another day / another way

another sylvester-saint in the daisy-chain-

gang / cool-hand-luke no cahoots “what

we have here is failure-to-communicate”

whack––with a cane––ouch––down the hill,

bake me a cake / and put in a pill don’t

leave it in the rain don’t talk me out of

my imaginary pain / my imaginary pleasure

lookin’ for a leisure-suit at goodwill to

freak out my grrlfrien’ then-go-to-the-mall & buy some

bling-bling / wanna make her sing / so many

things get lost in the shuffle.
dj
12-17-15

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