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Poetry inspired by The Beatles for The Beatles Musical Extravaganza. |
Celebrating the magic of The Beatles. These entries are poems for "The Beatles Musical Extravaganza"  .
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| Jojo's got a way with words the likes of which no one's heard before. Must be all that Cali grass, you know, the kind that goes puff-puff-pass; gets him on his ass like quick fast into quicksand. He thinks he'll never last here cuz blame is shameless, fitting insincere. Wants to get back but doesn't know to where when life is tongue-tangled in fear of the double-talk in his squawk box. Jojo rocks, knockin' off Loretta's socks. And sweet Loretta lives in my building, keeps to herself like the last little lost wing. A bird of many feathers but a flock to none. Got eyes for Jojo; sees too close to the sun. I watch them from a distance like fog, a smog I can't exhale and a settling bog. She's childless and child-like, fighting an urge to surge like a firefly. Thrift store dresses under her wig, and jeans that hang without a landing. Doesn't talk but high-heel walks and you'd never understand she's really a man. Jojo's getting back his share of the land, learning how to walk before taking a stand while Loretta's getting anything she can so she can get back to getting over being a man. |
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