Thursday, August 2, 2007

Interlude Soup

If all out kitsch is your niche
Blink to me and we'll switch

Sing to me, bee
Leave the owl alone

A gipsy's tear is all you need
Just don't be angry it's not to be for you

Chew your hips, vermilion
Speak in tongues tangled in one

Let me climb your tresses, Medusa
Leave Rapunzel alone

Mind your fury, curry
Dent my midnight soup

Gnarl my curl, surrender
Just don't spout me at two.

1 comment:

Indeterminacy said...

That was like riding a roller coaster - I lost my breath and sprained my ankle getting off. Excellent! Reminded me a little of similar feelings reading Ginsberg.