My suburb with
the egg shell
painted sky.
And cartoon children
with huge eyes.
Speaking Te Reo*.
While shadow cats slide
slickly over walls.
Then walk flinching on the lawns.
As low flying aeroplanes
buzz tree-tops
scared of too solid clouds.
Someone has kicked
the chocks from the wheels
and the world lurches drunkenly.
*Te Reo is the Maori language.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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Yep, very tasty, I like them slickly cats.
Very nice.
While shadow cats slide
slickly over walls.
Then walk flinching on the lawns.
This is one of the best descriptions of a cat that I have ever read- it really captures the contrasts and contradictions that make up a feline beastie. Chuck Jones, in his autobiography, described a cat as "sitting fat and walking skinny". Uncanny creatures, those darn cats.
fun poem. I like the last few lines the best. I like the word chocks.
and my last comment made me sound like RainMan. I apologize. That wasn't my intention.
As low flying aeroplanes
buzz tree-tops
scared of too solid clouds.
:)
At first glance I thought the children were speaking 'to Reo' which I took to mean REO Speedwagon. Which makes sense to me, children and the mentally infirm would be the only ones who would talk 'to REO Speedwagon'
bersoces. I don't know what it means but I like the sound of it.
I find alot of wisdom in pop when the number plates (license plates) aren't talking to me.
undemic, singer on the floor.
is this working?
Yep
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