You Give Me Fever
Published April 22, 2008
By Ryan Headley
Library. My workshop. My don’t stop. My be-bop.
Tell all, read most, but absorb the message scotch hop.
My note books, libraries of scratch, the microforms patch,
candy match, Eggnog hatch, made you read it as watch,
undone batch, heads up catch. Novella latch.
My Edgar Allen Prose. My Edgar Allen Prozac.
I need to read, I need to scratch. Go home belt sing swamp dance.
Fancy horn, hold the note in my pants.
Stealing everything from Memphis Minnie’s broken levee,
I’m cropping Robert Plants.
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