When I was a troubadourWhen I was an astronautWhen I was a pirateYou should have seen my closetYou would have loved my shoes.Kindly consider my applicationEven though your position is filled.This is my stash of snow globesThis is my favorite whipThis is a picture of me with a macawThis is a song I almost could sing.When I was a freight trainWhen I was a satelliteWhen I was a campfireYou should have seen the starburstYou should have tasted my tomato.I feel sorry for you I’m unqualifiedThis is my finest tube of toothpasteThis is when I rode like the raj on a yakThis is the gasoline this is the match.When I was Hegel’s dialecticWhen I was something Rothko forgotWhen I was moonlight paving the streetYou should have seen the roiling shoreYou should have heard the swarm of bees.
Joseph Di Prisco.
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