Kitchen Sink Poems

Trilby · 12-17-2011, 08:53 AM

Weird stuff you think of whilst dazing out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes to try to take your mind off your aching back.

My head is a sieve
No matter how much I give
It leaks
O
U
T
plop!
A big Noah douche
of knowledge
A Flood-
From Ape to Beal-
Zebub
passed through --
left not a trace --
No sign
to mark the place
of things I once knew
For a millimeter moment or
a second or two.
It's sad.
It's true.

But the days keep
Rushing
Onward
Forward
Towards me
in a ceaseless seeming
March of Do!
There's no time to
Wattle and daub
Only marvel.

I mean, with my head so empty and all.

12-17-2011, 08:53 AM	#1
Trilby Slattern of the Swail Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 15,654	Kitchen Sink Poems Weird stuff you think of whilst dazing out the kitchen window as you wash the dishes to try to take your mind off your aching back. My head is a sieve No matter how much I give It leaks O U T plop! A big Noah douche of knowledge A Flood- From Ape to Beal- Zebub passed through -- left not a trace -- No sign to mark the place of things I once knew For a millimeter moment or a second or two. It's sad. It's true. But the days keep Rushing Onward Forward Towards me in a ceaseless seeming March of Do! There's no time to Wattle and daub Only marvel. I mean, with my head so empty and all. __________________ In Barrie's play and novel, the roles of fairies are brief: they are allies to the Lost Boys, the source of fairy dust and ...They are portrayed as dangerous, whimsical and extremely clever but quite hedonistic. "Shall I give you a kiss?" Peter asked and, jerking an acorn button off his coat, solemnly presented it to her. —James Barrie Wimminfolk they be tricksy. - ZenGum

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