Gumfire

Rating: 5.0

When my vocal cords snapped
I restrung them with bubble gum.

Thus trussed, they purl gibberish
into my breath. My tongue
wrestles the gibbery gobs in gristly
bouts all slap and grapple
and spittle-drenched.

But the phonic knots fudge logic
sweet talk my adjudicating neurons
eschew the nip of my nit-picking teeth
and split my finicky lips.

Off they scarper, to waffle on the wind
or oil the nearest ear hole.
I liberate them all, even the fomenters.

Under the sway of bubble gum
these foamy phrases are never quite
what I mean to |sashay| say.

Friday, February 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
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Lyn Paul 16 February 2015

Under the influence of bubble gum.. so funny. Great comment too from Daniel

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Daniel Brick 15 February 2015

this is brilliant is brilliant, Diane, brilliant nonsense in the tradition of Lewis Carroll. But there is sense in the madness. Speech originating from such components will necessarily be SWEET TALK and the world's talk is so frequently hostile or manipulative it will be an improvement.

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Kim Barney 15 February 2015

This is hilarious, Diane! You have a wonderful imagination and are able to express your thoughts brilliantly.

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