In the Hills and in the Projects People Hum a Million Tunes
November 7, 2006 § Leave a comment
Two relics vanished in a television series:
A kid and a radio forty winks; little knew the pie.
Critics stood out in the rain like whiskey in a rotting sink,
Reeking: dead ringers for the little guy.
Staring out over the not-seen desert where the often scorned were laid out scorching, the Giant demanded a many-minded attitude, and signed off with nice emissions smelling like herb.
There were good reasons not to collapse.