She’s like
An
elevating elevator,
While
I’m a
Finger licking
Fiddle player
Why don’t
You blow
my whistle
be my savior,
I can burn
In your sauna later.
Baby,
I’m a
Fish diving
Terminator
And your
A
Pole stroke of
Misbehavior
If you play
With my
Alternator
I’ll give you
Some
Off white
paper.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
the ergonomics are beautifully designed....your mechanics will surely force your elevator...in poetics as well.. interesting and spontaneous..
Wonderful new metaphors - aren`t they? - 'Elevator elevating', 'ergonomic', they have been just waiting to become poetry. I like your style!
Ooh la la! ! ! Love it, very punchy, to the point, fun poem! ! ! HG: -) xx
.. but you left out the escalator that I slide down via A3 paper ... I know an office in a 'scraper meet you there at half past later
I'm laughing out loud in a library - just about as inappropriate as your poem I would say! Charmingly cheeky, particularly the off-white paper. Come on Yuri, just a little extension of the imagination...
I found this piece quite sensual and amusing, is the elevator a metaphor for your bodily rise.? I'm never disapointed when I read your work thanks Nik
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, the elevator can only go up from here! Very good, my friend, , different again than your others... I like your versatility- and there is tongue-in-the-cheek humour there as well.... what's up with the off-white paper?