David Kowalczyk - Discombobulated

Take this word
out for breakfast
at Denny's every
Sunday morning.

Let this word dance
upon your tongue.
Let it fox trot.
Let it fandango.
Let it polka.

Buy this word a perfectly
preserved Edsel to drive
and cartons of Gitanes to smoke.
Let it listen to The Kingston Trio
and guzzle bottles of Chivas Regal.

Let it twist
and slide and
slip and stumble
across your lips.

David Kowalczyk

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