Autumn Song
While behind you -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- over and over again -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- a give it all you got at the top of your lungs -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- carries up from the Special Ed school at the end of the block.
In the trees, the colors of a dying camp fire dance to the free jazz.
The squeaky brakes of a passing van - that’s high hat.
The crows caw ?
A black girl doing scat.
Posted Friday, October 24, 2008
The screaming bandsaw in the distance trumpets like a doped up horn player ripping the back off a smoking hot piece of bop.While behind you -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- over and over again -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- a give it all you got at the top of your lungs -
“YYYEEEAAAHHH!”
- carries up from the Special Ed school at the end of the block.
In the trees, the colors of a dying camp fire dance to the free jazz.
The squeaky brakes of a passing van - that’s high hat.
The crows caw ?
A black girl doing scat.
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