The soil is contagious;
peppering the inane as the anthem,
heaped with bloated hell-elujahs,
and confiscated, somewhere a conscience
slips
and the ear runs frantic
like a hyper moth, like a git with a grin
and a bottle of gin, and a kamikaze toothpick
to rid the mind of sin, and somewhere the world
quips
an appendix of thanks,
and you are as good as God,
lying back and doing nothing.
This is bitingly funny, tripping along its marvellous diction and carousing rhythm like a tu'penny rant. Do you ever write when you are 'high'? Or maybe, 'high' goes in a totally different direction from chemical stimulation. I can think of several 'other ways'.
Gorgeous words :-)
'like a git with a grin'
wondrous
John
...watching platoon...and thinking we are there, man (!)...
blowback - "misinformation resulting from the recirculation into the source country of disinformation previously planted abroad by that country's intelligence service" but it is also a smoking term...I don't like explaining because you can take what you want from it but I guess the first four lines are hinting at the self-righteous crap we can sometimes chat when we are high...
Don't get the first 3 or 4 lines at all but I liked the rest, good sonics, as they say, and I thought the last couple of lines were excellent.
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winston plowes
Mon 26th Apr 2010 21:33
Hi Marianne. an appendix of thanks. Loved th whole thing. Win x