Sestina - Jeff Johnson John Kadarauch Our story begins with...

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Jeff Johnson John Kadarauch Our story begins with ice, And a man on a motorbike; He’s riding past this field of cold, docile cows Thinking what tune he should sing, And not what rock he might strike, And so when he does he flies through the air with a scream. Now he’s on the ground with just the echo of that scream And it’s cold and there’s nothing but ice All around. He looks at his bike. It’s totaled. He looks into the sad brown eyes of the cows And thinks “It’s a sad song I’ll sing.” Suddenly an idea strikes. He can see some buildings in the distance, and he strikes Out for the nearest. After 20 minutes or so he lets out a scream: “‘Bout damn time! I need a drink!” Through the pelting ice He can see a bar, and outside, a row of bikes. He looks back at the lonesome cows With relief. He can hear some poor drunken fool singing. It’s really horrible. The guy shouldn’t be allowed near a karaoke machine. He can’t sing. He looks in the window, takes out a cigarette, and strikes
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This note was uploaded on 05/08/2008 for the course ENGL 111 taught by Professor Anderson,donaldl during the Spring '07 term at University of Washington.

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