Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Radiocarbon Saxophone

"Close your eyes and it's 1982"

My wife, in her thirties, hates
The eighties, especially
The saxophones. I hate

Only saxophones. I'm old,
I'm super attenuated, I'm
Oh ducks, let's go to bed.

Somewhere a femur rots
In the tundra, neglected,
Undated, a solo with four holes,

While the other femur proves
Ancient DNA would have been
The thing for a man without bones.

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