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.
The bottle is then riddled, so that the lees settles in the neck of the wine bottle... Manual riddling is still done for Prestige Cuvées in Champagne... mechanised riddling equipment (a gyropalette) is used instead. (Wikipedia)
Yep, very tasty, I like them slickly cats.
ReplyDeleteVery nice.
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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.
ReplyDeleteand my last comment made me sound like RainMan. I apologize. That wasn't my intention.
ReplyDeleteAs low flying aeroplanes
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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'
ReplyDeletebersoces. 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.
ReplyDeleteundemic, singer on the floor.
is this working?
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