Tuesday 30 June 2015

The Penultimate Poem

The waste is conserving. 
Yaks analyse coexisting fields endlessly. 
An obedient llama saws. 
Loosely, aimlessly roaming, a zipper grates. 
Raspy, raspy, raspy...
Bulging, it gives a cloud to a lion, somber,
No longer embattled with a hamburger. 
And jars of frantic hospitals. 
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11 comments:

  1. Jae Rose1 July 2015 at 05:20

    Jars of frantic hospitals...well i knew this world even before i hit that stellar last line

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  2. Magical Mystical Teacher1 July 2015 at 08:21

    Might it be possible to be jarred back to some semblance of reality in a frantic hospital?

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  3. Sheilagh Lee1 July 2015 at 09:12

    jarring different images interesting how you blend them all together seamlessly.

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  4. J Cosmo Newbery1 July 2015 at 18:07

    Have you considered WD-40 on the zipper? Or have you been sniffing the propellant?

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  5. Old Egg1 July 2015 at 20:42

    When is you last poem coming out?

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  6. rallentanda2 July 2015 at 09:03

    No longer embattled with a hamburger is a good line. Reminds me of the painter David la Chapelle. Check out his painting of battle with a hamburger.

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  7. Cifar8 July 2015 at 03:22

    nice

    My Take On The Prompt Thief

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