Shoeless Carol and I have made two poems from our chat. Here's mine. It's a bit deranged, but I suppose that's normal.

Walking barefoot on kegs in Kashmir/Cashmere

Guitar string towrope between two cars
Across which brains slither
their middle tegument making contact
and their lobes weighting either side for balance
They are a mob of cold callers
reduced to its fundamental paradigm
in a land whose boundaries are quite literally
made of elastic and twanged
to make the nation expand, contract
and quiver like a bullfrog’s wattle
And listening for the reverb is Mister
Echo Locator. He has been handpicked by Jesus
For the job -- like the tips of the tea plant
He has been snapped from what sustained him
And spread-eagled on the searing drying rack
of Jesus’ halo till he resembles
A raven. Jesus empties a tub of glitter on
Him as a disguise and gives him a metal tongue
Tuned to ‘G’ and, like Adam, Jesus goes on to
Provide a mate, Evangalista Coldcaller.
Together they inhabit the two sides of a phone
Like it’s a weird gondola
Or that emergency handle thing behind the glass seal
On Pandelino trains
And together they extract the brains
Of Cold Callers, brains that resemble garlic
And they reroute their brains
Into a plantation of calamities called
Fear Of What They Represent
So they repent and become the debt collectors
Of those who borrowed too much reverb
Like the leaders of the elastic-bordered
Nation
And the depth of branches around their old hearts
Increased until it would take a prince with
An armoury the best part of his life
To hack through
Meanwhile Jesus has taken to wearing Elizabthan
Ruffs mounted with fairground waltzer cabs.
Climb in, he beckons.
And we do.

Walking barefoot on kegs in Kashmir

a man whose face is made from tin and who acts as a kind of mobile phone mast by accident
I always think schools are made of stickle bricks
:what colour ?

Yellow and red plus a few green
or is it isnane
isnane echolocator
i just made up his first name
Oh I like that!
Mr Inane Nanenanenane
He wouldn't get many cold callers
How do you do
do you know what my sister says to cold callers
I'm Mrs Inanananananananananane-Hoffelmint: no -- what does she say?
she says I am so glad you rang , i have just found Jesus and would love to tell you all about him
Oh that's utterly brilliant! Do they then ring off?
Or has she accidentally converted any?
that would be shocking wouldn’t it
That'd be funny if she turned into an evangelist
and didn't know it
perhaps its the start of something big

coldcaller evangalista , Shes my favourite sista

Everyone needs a plan, Lets fly
Still 2 cars and a tow rope with a tightrope walker between
ohhhh you be the tightrope walker
do it do it
okay but only if I have several giant ravens strapped to me and some helium balloons
And the road is resurfaced with comfortable cushions and yoga mats
can the ravens all keep saying ‘never more’;
They would say that, yes. And variations:

We are sparks and we effervesce with glee and glue
don’t forget the glitter
Ah, the glitter!
Glitter that is edible and plates your tongue in a fine metallic sheen
yes and pops on the tongue like space dust
Plus toilet roll inner tubes which we use to spurt the space dust glitter out like a weird fountain
And makes your hair spin round and out like a fairground ride
And we can wear Elizabethan collars with a mini-roller coaster on them
Those ruckley ruffs
a mini roller coaster that looks like a steam train
A steam train pulling loads of brains in trucks
:Happy brains, off-on-holiday-brains


i kept more or less to the original , but my head is still echoing so watch this space dust

We've had a very creative Friday, Ms Shoeless! You've managed to weave sense and glory out of the ramblings. All power to your Mighty Muse and Poetic Mind!

it has been fun , perhaps we have started a trend :)

a new kindof blend :)