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AN IDEA FOR A POEM

The blank tablet makes the table vibrate.
The bear and her young look for berries and insects.
The boy investigates how radio tubes work.
The truth is I don't often know what I'm feeling.

The foyer makes a loud sound as the boiler runs.
The neck begins to cramp from fatigue.
The bass and the rhythm guitar are almost enough.
The later it gets the more they expect.

When I wake up I'm all arpeggio.
When you call the president of me picks up.
When he gives the order I malinger and obey.
When he stumps I press the wire to my ear.

You give me an idea for a poem.
You are generous like that.
You are not named for a panda, nor do you play melodica.
You know what you want it to sound like, and you tell me.