Abstract sandwiches
Are baloney.
The ping pong playing peonies
Of electric yesterdays.
Distance is simple.
It smells feral and wears the sky on its head.
Rayguns and eyebrows
Volcanoes and arrows.
Apple unicycle bird
Barbarian heyday song.
A silly sleep of fire
Turning over like a dream.
The sun is a handkerchief
And badly in need of some tattoos.
This isn’t funny
But almost hilarious.
Writing love themes
For the galaxy.
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i guess the sun will disappear at some point, no? and maybe all the planets too and they’ll just be darkness which i love sometimes…..makes things seem super colorful when coming out of a cave after three days.
may it always not be funny and instead as you say be hilarious….”those love themes for the galaxy”—-what a brilliant thought Bob.
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I think we got about 4 billion years left before our sun becomes a red giant. And that will be that around here. But maybe we’ll have made it to other suns?? Glad you liked the love themes for the galaxy.
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4 billion years! amazing. it’s so damn bizarre this whole being alive thing.
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Verse 3 is standout for me! And the opening is great too. And I also love the last 4 stanzas, especially “A silly sleep of fire/ turning over like a dream”
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Thanks! 😊I had fun writing this one.
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wonderfully inventive ! and a great opening …
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Thanks, John! I kind of threw it all to the wind with this one. 😊
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I must try that technique some time 🙂
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I think some of your poems have. But always look forward to seeing you throwing it all to the wind.
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Such a pleasure to read your work and so many terrific lines here. I especially love “The ping pong playing peonies / Of electric yesterdays.”
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Both wonderful and imaginative. I really liked the last two lines.
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But are baloney sandwiches abstract?
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