Like a giant ta-da
Enchanted’s
Prince Charming
Self absorbed
doofus
Discounting the
non-language choices
Attempts at
the poetic
He croons, “Please
pardon the nausea”
Elemental
writing
Typewriter scribing
Pound the key
destruction
Pinky finger
still held high
Curiosity
asks:
Has that
always been present
The spot of
tea ever ready
Phalange aiming
for luminescence
Chuckle, not
guffaw – fills
The xenophobic
space
On its way to
Xanadu
Or Nirvana or
the jar
Of Xanax and
who knew
The Xanthic
jukebox was
A sunny shade of yellow?
(Today's poem was prompted by the folks at We Write Poems - Today, it was an automatic writing/poetry prompt combined. Interesting... results.)
I suspect you chose "X" as your letter? :)
Wonderfully done, with humor and rhythm and poise, from beginning to the end, like climbing such a staircase and feeling completion at the end.
Posted by: Joseph Harker | July 24, 2010 at 11:38 AM