His blink/grimace router firing randomly
The crabby old man
Conjugated the verb “to fight”
Seven hundred times
Through teeth locked together
Like a jigsaw puzzle
Dipped in Lucite
Angrily conjured
Irrelevant ghosts
Irrelevant ghosts
And tried not to scream “boy”
At the top of his antique lungs.
At the top of his antique lungs.
12 comments:
Perfect.
Thank You.
This needs to go in an antholgy of political poetry.
I bow in your direction.
pimping this at my double-z list blog.
Thank you sir, that made my morning, and most likely my day!!
You ain't the best writer in the blogosphere for nothin' sir.
but, but, but, but Andrea Mitchell and Tom Brokaw said that Obama ducked and dodged and didn't fight back against all the Maverick-y maraudin', so Obama probably lost - er didn't win?? But but but but . . .
good lawdy, NBC, stop the grovelfest already . . .
when he said Hussein was "eloquent" I drank, because to my ear, it came off pretty much same as if he'd said, "surprisingly well-spoken for a negro"
Dude, what's with this poetry shit? You trying to get laid or something?
Comrade P - Only somebody without a queue of volunteers would say that.
when he said Hussein was "eloquent" I drank, because to my ear, it came off pretty much same as if he'd said, "surprisingly well-spoken for a negro"
No, no, that's "articulate".
"Eloquent" is equal-opportunity patronising.
Ok, that is quite wonderful. I'm not generally much of a poetry reader, and I have found forced reading... painful. But maybe I could learn to like the stuff. Thanks!
Physioprof,
Of course :-)
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