Tennessee called
it a click, a mechanical
click, where everything just gets

Tennesee called
Kitty Maggie, gave her
a pat on the head and
put her out for the

to wander a land of ghosts
with a stringless guitar and
the echo of  perfect harmony
burned fast in her brain

in this land
waters run red
bubbling purple at the
surface like carbonated
and all the clocks read
six hours ahead
from where she is
from where she was

in this land
all the roofs are tin
all the roofs are hot
and Kitty’s only
as Tennessee knew
as Tennessee knows

just stayin’ on
i suppose
just stayin’ on

© s rogers 10 April 2009
with limitless thanks to Tennessee Williams

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