Wednesday, January 7, 2009

a poem from the early journals of david hasselhoff

make everything smallest
that way there is no size war
it will be like a shaker of dust
all of us
partyboys all
shake us out like dust mites
and give us tasks to do
put us in suits and give us flutes and
call us America's answer to the Beatles
then leave us alone
like silica pellets
in a box of styrofoam

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