Poetry / Jingle Bells
Squinting rectangles, beige and brash
Squeezing eyelids, kiss my ass.
Velvet earlobes, jiggle jangles
I tried to prove congruent triangles.
I failed to show how my cat kisses me,
Unfortunately tan hunting boots kick me in the teeth,
Choking on the worn enamel, gurggling the roots,
Flowered lips and bleeding gums.
I love it when the catepillars come.
Unibrows protruding and elbows dry,
Watering the flowers, soaking the roots
With the tears the Earth crys.
Static electricity, clashing and bang,
Beware the TV with blankets draped,
Shocking results with singed finger tips.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tick, tock.
People don't grow hair on their palms
Or soles of the feet.
My hairy soul tickles the dance floor in my chest.
Pink is blue and blue is pink.
My mind cramed with the thoughts I think.
Oak, apple, cherry, maple...syrup...pancakes!
Concocting recipes in the witches cauldron,
The baking powder smells like soap,
In water the bubbles bubble and mist like aroma, odor
Fills my nostrils, olfaction...shit!
I lost my train of thought.
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This is very cool.
I like the stream of consciousness and the wordplay.
My favorite;
”...People don’t grow hair on their palms
Or soles of the feet.
My hairy soul tickles the dance floor in my chest….”
Here’s my advice;
keep down the good worse
and don’t be more a stranger
than anyone else.
cheers,
Hannibal
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