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That’s my Bus

scream

poetry—

well, it’s like painting.

And God knows all painters are draftsmen.

(oh, definitely)

la-la-la-la-la

dum-de-dum-de-dum

Say!

Has anyone

seen that fella from Munch’s Scream?

(not lately)

that Picasso Face?

(not likely)

that Pollack still life?

(no specs!)

Because I know how to fix that…

(drop cloth)

if anyone should actually,

you know,

see these verities.

©Karen Robiscoe

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