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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 produced 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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