Friday, April 22, 2011

one word: foreign: boogie that

tangle your groove, mister
split them infinitives

like it’s rapture

simple is the best

pesto, she

asked twice & you

gave only once:

hardly the quota you

wuz after, now wuz it.

shimmer this way, boogie

that: biblical negotiations will

ever ensue: you needn’t

lose sleep over that one:

that one left her mark

long after the gold




Blogger Teresa said...

This is a fun one. I liked splitting infinitives into raptures and making simples into pesto. Boogie on, bro!! I thought perhaps the picture was of Holi, but it seems more to be an Italian gig.

9:33 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

T: Things iz boppin' over here today. Easter prayer vigil and sleep deprivation: downright jitterbuggy in the head. I saw these folks as "iced," like cupcakes.

10:14 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

well I loved the poem and then I loved the comments - sometimes the little between frosting is as good as the top decor :)
Did she leave her mark after Neil Young or are we talkin Cali here :)

9:24 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: I'm not sure which ghost is narrating here, and who she be, but I liked writing this one, too.

5:34 PM  

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