one word: styrofoam: signs of liquid
delilah's mean flavorsgathering storm in the foamy
mouths of billy-babes
we fashion our times
in the biomes of the west
we sense the demise
of nautical pleasures
we ape the rim
angle for the rival's
exposure, coasting down
the vital signs
of liquid treasure.
Labels: viscosity
posted by murat11 at 11:12 PM
6 Comments:
Great lines: coasting down the vital signs of liquid treasure
Sounds like a thick, frosty root beer float in a big styrofoam cup. Good times.
"demise of nautical pleasures" those liquid treasure be scarce down there? We have storm warnings all around us but we are still way behind on rainfall for the year. Still not near as bad as some folks.
Tee: Dig the black cow, dig the thick and frosty. I liked this one, liked the writing of it: it had a nice groove.
Dee: Scarce indeed. Less than scarce. ('cept in the head, of course.) We've got your warnings, but ain't nuthin' come of 'em yet. feliz pascua.
I hope some of today's precip heads your way. Dale said we got about three inches according to the rain gauge...
gave this one a second read - it has a cool rhythm to it.
Dee: Three inches would be wonderful (we can dream, can't we?). My spirits need it, big time.
I like this one, too. Delilah got me going.
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