Yacophony
The last time we all got together
was a real yacophony
The hubble bub of insights
and our mellowing wisdom
knives and forks stabbing through
the self-foolfoolling pats on the back
The rattle from chains of word
associations formed long ago
and unsung idealisms turned realisms
on the fattened yolks of broken ego shells
and the property boom didnt hurt either.
was a real yacophony
The hubble bub of insights
and our mellowing wisdom
knives and forks stabbing through
the self-foolfoolling pats on the back
The rattle from chains of word
associations formed long ago
and unsung idealisms turned realisms
on the fattened yolks of broken ego shells
and the property boom didnt hurt either.
posted by Crunchy Weta | 9:31 AM
4 Comments:
I like that, especially the "self-foolfooling", good to see you writing more, or at least posting what you've written.
Hey ta for that. Actually this blogwas not ever sposed to be a poetry thingy so I have started a new one...
http://crunchyweta.blogspot.com/
Thanks for inspiring me to try a bit of this again :-)
This piss
I like.
Love the word play.
HI Scheherazade, Thnx for dropping in and glad you like the word play. have to admmire someone who can go from genocide to soaked loins and sheets to genocide in a few lines!
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