Blooming tulips loving frozen drain pipes.
It’s cold here.
Tonight, we are hoping for miracles.
She always has schemes for survival.
You’re cleared for takeoff.
It might snow this weekend.
How’s business over there?
The traffic’s been light.
You must tell me about apples.
These things comfort my soul.
All of March should be a lion.
April should be a whale.
Whales are entirely loving.
May is a hyacinth blue moose
because I was born in May
on the day Lindbergh landed in Paris.
Defend yourself. Man-up.
How do you spell Katet?
HAHA! I’m a 21st Century Poet,
not fox. You better watch out.
I might post it.
#1 by Evelyn on March 26, 2011 - 9:39 pm
you cant threaten me.
I have no fear of random postings
“Tonight, we are hoping for miracles.
She always has schemes for survival.”
mother of a thousand escape plans…
“You must tell me about apples.
These things comfort my soul.”
that and a million other swampside stories,
I may last the night.
I would say more but my crazy is showing…
#2 by Carl on March 26, 2011 - 10:19 pm
You’re not supposed to like the random. You should like it when I don’t post! 🙂 Your crazy is good crazy.
#3 by Evelyn on March 26, 2011 - 11:11 pm
my crazy is your crazy too…
and you aint the boss of me.
#4 by Carl on March 26, 2011 - 11:21 pm
I’m not even the boss of me!
I think I’m the boss of the dogs, but they just flatter me into thinking that. They know they rule.
#5 by carldagostino on March 27, 2011 - 6:10 am
Great imagery. I find it astonishing that my style, when I write such things, matches yours in that one could not tell if you or I were the author. May I add you to my blog roll ? I write “strawberry rhymes in multiple lines of chocolate times in a gold galleon upon a boiling orange sea that cools the soul”
#6 by Carl on March 27, 2011 - 9:09 am
Thank you, Carl. Absolutely and I will do the same. I enjoy your work.