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Twice I've ridden
with former prime ministers
several more times
with muay thai fighters
and once with the cab
driver from
the fresh prince of bel air
anything besides
'excuse me'
was rare.

Talk shows with
lots of cops
but few robbers
and some van rides
with lots of drops
blind singers
with their chest amplified
Are the soundtracks
for my daydreams

Conversations lost
behind me or beside me
muted by the taxi music
Inside Theron's Head.

Epopmaking: Pop Tu No Souguu
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  1. Brian MillerJune 29, 2011 at 10:18 PM

    nice...all in your head eh? the second stanza is a zinger theron, really well writ...

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  2. UnknownJune 29, 2011 at 11:23 PM

    some interesting taxi rides... nice poem!

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  3. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 11:52 PM

    Nice imagery, Theron.

    I don't think I've ever had a pleasant cab ride...

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  4. UnknownJuly 2, 2011 at 6:28 PM

    and if they had only known who they were riding with.

    Have appreciated your massive amount of support of One Stop over the year
    Smiles for a friend

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  5. Life in a PoemJuly 4, 2011 at 8:50 AM

    I love how you bring it together... in your head

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