There I was hammering nails again
into the highway
When Marge walked up from behind
'Hey benchworm...making a fort, eh? '
That Marge she really
cooks my goose
It was three blind mice
all day long
thinking about honkin'
the juice, the old 'arooooogahh'
Hot as frying pan dodges,
wicked cornball stings fresh from
Ulysses S. Grant
then graduated decline of warm floods
Whittling stew bits
takes all kinds of time
So disassembly and debt
basically
prevent change
and cracker quackers...DUCK!
Thank goodness for the sane
and exchange
Hey Tailor! I appreciate all your positive comments. They are always nice to find attached to a new poem. This poem however drove me insane reading it! . Just funning even though I am actually feeling a little crazy right now. You are a master at creative word craft. I feel like a student when ever I read your poems.
the flashing images of an insane mind...nails into the highway! ! ! ...this was so wierd and bizzare...the return to the sane world of the speaking humans was refreshing...even if it is momentary...do read my hallucination series...may you will enjoy that...love...nalini
It's no mean feat to get someone laughing and scratching their head at the same time, but you've achieved it. Loved this. Hugs Anna xxx
complete with sound effects! fun write, T Bell. i think this sanely fits into your other writings. honestly. xGLx
There is an Alice in Wonderland unexpectedness about this journey into the mind - where geese and ducks cohabit with Marge and Arooooogahh! A thoroughly frabjous poem. love, Allie xxxxxxxxx
I don't really feel qualified to critique this poem but it is totally enjoyable and has a vivid sense of insanity about it - I laughed my Heaney off. There are so many funny little parts. Nice one Tailor.
Do you write humorous essays for the press? The sane, and the exchange! Both very important. But who defines the former? Loved 'whittling stew bits takes all kinds of time! ! Terrific. There is something ineffably unspecific about it. Plus the opening sequence is so palpable I could see you at your pointless work being approached by a very understanding and gracious lady! ! Loved it Tailor.
Got no idea what thats about, but it sounds happy and it suggests all kinds of possabilities. Somehow the idea of hammering nails into the highway, while pointless, doesn't strike me as insane - more like a good idea. Maybe I'm in need of a certificate.
Captured my the moment of temporary insanity. great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DUCK! (My favorite part) There goes another one into my favorites. I don't know what you had in your thermos when you wrote this, but I'd like a taste. Cheers, Lori