poems written on the fly

Strange things you remember (or what poetry can be made of)

In art, bad poetry, literature, poem, poetry, seb, writing on 26 September 2007 at 6:00 am

I remember that
in the summer
of 88
DJ must have had
the smallest room
in New York
closets full of books
and ghosts

Crossbones laughter
in the heat

EL SEBBO

  1. yeah scrap bar boucing job sonic youth court street de la soul boro hall margarita moustache sleeper or was it 89 ? djn

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