"These aren't poems. They're more like speeches from a movie that will never be made."
Outside in the dark, warm summer night breeze streaming Don Rickles on YouTube,
high as a kite from year-old bubbled Lemon drop;
we're both laughing, God and me.
Nice!
Hmmmmuch love...
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I freaking love this poem. Especially the "breeze"/"streaming" rhyme ... and then the year-old bubbled lemon drop sounds yummy.
Thanks, it was written on the swing bench, last night at the apogee of my high. Too forever since I was not too clear.
Ha ha, like this.
I like this scene. Funny.
I like the being high off the lemon drop and laughing!
I love the sound of God's laughter. It's contagious,Elizabeth
High! Good attitude!
Sublime indeed! (Smile.)
Love the warmth and humor in this poem.
Nice!
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
Monday WRites 118 is live, i invite you to link up
ReplyDeleteHave a good Monday
much love...
I freaking love this poem. Especially the "breeze"/"streaming" rhyme ... and then the year-old bubbled lemon drop sounds yummy.
ReplyDeleteThanks, it was written on the swing bench, last night at the apogee of my high. Too forever since I was not too clear.
DeleteHa ha, like this.
ReplyDeleteI like this scene. Funny.
ReplyDeleteI like the being high off the lemon drop and laughing!
ReplyDeleteI love the sound of God's laughter. It's contagious,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
High! Good attitude!
ReplyDeleteSublime indeed! (Smile.)
ReplyDeleteLove the warmth and humor in this poem.
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