Sunday, May 22, 2005

Chop Inspired Poem by Poly & Owl (wip)

Wumbletweed.

Hear the harmonica?

Holy tumbleing crickets!

Click on the cricket cliché
and watch the book weed tumble by.

Then crickets with crickety old knees,
and oh, yea, wumbletweed.

Cricky-legged floor clichés
and harmonica hearsay.

Then (once more) the whisper.

Wumbletweed.

4 Comments:

Blogger Spinfly said...

Crickets indeed!

But its soooo nice out. too much to do

Sun May 22, 04:36:00 PM MDT  
Blogger Bill Fleming said...

Ok, for the outdoor folk then:

A Patio poem:

Blood on birch, earth erasure
of caterpiller mispellings, in an
iambic 20 meter pentathalon
to rub away the rust.

Mon May 23, 08:02:00 AM MDT  
Blogger Chop said...

so, ummm what does (wip) mean?

Mon May 23, 02:52:00 PM MDT  
Blogger Bill Fleming said...

"Work In Process (or Progress)."
Jump right in! Anyone, anyone?

Mon May 23, 04:25:00 PM MDT  

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