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POEM: props

props

big guy in the back
hair sweatstuck to his
forehead right above
his big plastic glasses
scratches his forelock
pulls at the t-shirt that
barely covers his paunch
pigeon-toed in skateboarder
shoes looks with his whole
head like an owl who’s lost
his feathers clutching an
energy drink space-phone
in his other hand right
behind the band where
we can’t help but see him

12 June 2012
Richmond VA

Published in My poems Poetry

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