In a Row

Locked inside a moving car

Flopping in the trunk

Going through, I think, a tunnel

Counting every bump

I hear murmurs from the front

Broken up

I don't even know what's going on

Isn't that something?

Take me the long way 'round

Think of all the poems I'll get out

Choking on my spit

It's a serious thing

Finally some meat

Some lines for me

Set them up all nice and in a row

Tracing every lonely mark

On the basement wall

Calling out from every corner

Until somebody comes

This whole thing is so extra

So bizarre

I don't even know what's going on

I hear them coming

I hear them coming

Take me the long way 'round

Think of all the poems I'll get out

Turning on a spit

How sickening

Finally a show with lines for me

Set them up all nice and in a row