mischievoice

some poetry, politics & what have you

Friday, December 02, 2005

My Creeley poem:

put a mike to that bell
& ring it, add some
distortion & wing
it, but see to it that
it doesn't fly off the
cuff. & the bell returns
from hell, closed some
years ago by Max, with
an axe

3 Comments:

At 1:37 PM, Blogger lissa said...

Old Cantankerous

from The Diary of 3 a.m. Wake Up Calls

Two cats couldn't meow loud enough.
So the third cat drowned them out, Scout,
with a yeowl, show 'em who's top cat,
cat. Me, I thought I laid in
some bed in which I could sleep
but I was dreaming, dreaming, dreamt.
You got an old furry friend, mate, love it.
You got an old cranky cat, mate, loathe it.

 
At 6:15 PM, Blogger Amy said...

Her Story

from The Diary of a Bathroom Door

One razorfish and fishing bowl don’t agree.
So they dipped the hook in hole, hell,
with a here and now not every
now and then, see. Me, I bent
a hand whenever it swam
but I was sliced, sliced, sliced.
You got a fin, girl, wing it.
You got a fish, girl, ride its bike.

 
At 8:59 PM, Blogger harada57 said...

thanks



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