Watch daddy do this big line
off the
desk Papa made.
Way after
midnight
chords
hung between walls,
a tattered
sepia backdropped
the
makeshift stage—
Light-boxes
angled at each corner,
the old
Mackie board
on the
desk.
I wanted
for you
to cut
me
a line.
We wrote
Jesus lovers
no stop
to catch the drift
just a
change you
chorused
with.
I had forgotten about the desk that hugged the wall so it could stand. Much love to you Jesse
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