Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Terrible Poem About A Manger

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Do you have a place for us?
A clean dry place
(We’ll settle for dry)
And maybe somewhere to charge our phones

It’s not too many
Just the bass players
And unpublished poets
And the hitchhikers and the drivers that stop for them
Insomniacs and failed astronauts
Obsessives with poor short-term memory
And lapsed romantics in between heartbreaks
People who used to be junkies
And junkies who used to be people
They’re with me
They’re cool
Is there a place for us?

What about just me?
And my wife
She is with child
Do you have a place for us?

3 Comments

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    December 8, 2016 at 9:36 am

    I have to stop reading the blog titles so fast. I thought it said ‘Manager’, and the poem seemed to make sense with that – musicians looking for a place, and the junkies / people and SoFlo astro scene, and asking their manager where is a place to charge your phone. Then I read the last lines, and I re-read the title.

  2. Luther Von Baconson

    December 8, 2016 at 1:07 pm

    not so terrible.

    been singing “a child, a child, a Koo-Koo Crazy child…….” all morning.

  3. Apparently Brent knows how to use the Time Sheath.

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