December 13, 2006
Mad poetry Tees
6 year old
with her arms
weaving about
a white Hi-C impressionist
purple juice splattered tee
reads " poetry in motion"
"...i write in mid air...see?
about bugs scrambling in the sun
....they're not that fun...."
While Court, off the logical tip,
"YOU CAN'T TRADE NO WHITE Mercedes,
for no RED Infiniti G...
like be trading diamonds
for half price
on the Vegas strip..see...
we had the purple power juice FLOWING
and was like MAD strippers,
we was like MAD tippers...buggin' "
rapping arms in rhymes around a
blunt green "weed-opoly" Tee
In both upper case and lower case,
a word to any poem
deliberately written down:
you ain't nuthin', kid.
agreed. but then there's also this--suspended between the deliberate effort and the luck of the sidewalk--what you've just done. which is something for which i'm grateful tonight. thanks.
Posted by: e. at December 14, 2006 12:34 AMthat just made my morning, e. Glad I xould bridge the crack in the sidewalk :)
Posted by: heroic imp at December 14, 2006 10:00 AM"sidewalk"--and it falls into place--do you know about this?
http://www.woostercollective.com/wooster_on_spring/
three days only (starts today), then destroyed....and the sound, by boombox and transistor. what a plan. i wish i was there.
Posted by: e. at December 15, 2006 10:37 AMthanks for the heads up e., looks amazing, will try to check it out
Posted by: heroic imp at December 15, 2006 6:29 PM