Poem at the Museum Ludwig
by Travis Jeppesen on November 13, 2011
We all knew
Kippenberger
was a fag
but we liked
him anyway.
Certain others
thought Woodstock
was the way
to go.
Not me.
My boats
were enchanted
before
they even
docked.
I fell down
satisfied
with my
relapses.
Dog in the kennel
barked out
at me.
We’re almost
happening,
dear,
just one hour
too late.
When I hear
you’re calm,
I get so
excited.
Make
these thoughts
belong
to someone
I once knew.
Or
maybe
they are yours
again
after all.
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