Poem
[bagatelle]
blue highrider
dorsal fin
extreme auto toys
aqueous night
the daily amens
east &
only creeping.
blue highrider
dorsal fin
extreme auto toys
aqueous night
the daily amens
east &
only creeping.
Labels: easterly, gnomes, Taliesin West
posted by murat11 at 8:09 PM
2 Comments:
I can only imagine while I’m liking the sound and feel of it…
Then the east-creeping turns my westward thoughts to Howard’s highriding girl, the green and white mermaid, now fin-clipped and 600 stores down, now without her afternoon venti soy lattes…
So much for the Palestine Highway prospect?
Ms A: A far more exuberant poem than the collage that fell into my lap while driving to and from the PO: a leviathan of a man in an electric blue shirt and shorts and sandals shuffled to the turn lane of the four lane road: the original title was "sad refrain," with bagatelle as one of the lines, then the shift when posting. I think I was praying.
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