Howdy Dewdney: a broadway poem

for Chris Dewdney & Bob Fones
lead around the room by my head
nothing is 'like' something else
it likes it
assimilation
assumption of qualities the
character-
istics
(we make it home thru the streets at 2 a.m.
drunk
streetlight don't like the moon
their chorus
music against the sphere
the windshield being glass
glasses could be part of the image
what we look thru
from
my 'point-of-view' is an illusion)
absolutes
absolutions
abstract solutions to abstract problems making for an abstract day
or night
'just an abstract guy
under abstract skies
singing abstract songs about you'
october 20/2:20 a.m.
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