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Placed A Mess Well
by Chris Sorrenti
The longs are breaking in
Can you spare yourselves some divy?
Banana bread a la goma
Corporation sigh
Get a titan nosecone
Sprinkle it with garlic
Tell the others they mustn't come
The rad is running dry
I know it looks vegetable
But you needn't raise the army
Shalimar is washing stones
Stuffing kiwi and then some
Cause the longs are breaking in
Do you have a ringless telephone?
My latest rush is ten past three
And it needs no introduction
© 1988
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02/22/2012 Author's Note: Published in the monthly poetry magazine, Bywords (on line version), Ottawa, Canada (August 2006). Produced by Amanda Earl. No hard copy version published at that time.
Posted on 02/23/2012
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 02/23/12 at 03:38 AM This just left me shaking my head and quite done in, actually. Heh. Maybe it's the late hour. No. No, definitely not. I'm sure I felt clearheaded until after I'd read this. I think I'm gonna have to chew it up, and blow a bubble with it. :) I DO so love that it made me stop, and smile. |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 02/23/12 at 07:15 PM This is unlike anything I've ever seen from you. Quite. Intriguing. |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 02/25/12 at 12:11 AM 1988? That's a reach into the past. Four years after I was born! |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 02/25/12 at 10:18 PM ha, left me trying to figure it all out in the end but oddly liking that, |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/05/12 at 12:44 AM Well, I'm going to have to google half of this stuff because it's so intriguing, I simply have to know what it means. |
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