Written for NaPoWriMo Day #2. (surrealist responses to at least 5 of words provided)
Fog happens when outer space is flipping pancakes and so I walk through batter and sifted stars by the river. This is the way to memory: curling curling a swept neuronic highway down and down to hear the hippo campus singing. Song… the way we eat the sky — tongue and throat discharging voices in blue like pigeons on a power-line two bottoms grey as oyster shells simple oysters, we think. Tiny jaws that hold the universe swallowed planets glistening with realms white as prismatic ghosts — come in and meet them, inverted shadows who float in the wake of us surreptitious puffs of yesterday’s sun
Love those oysters, and the way each stanza is linked to the next.
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Thanks!
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I like the last two stanzas best wormie 🙂
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Thanks, Bushy. ;-). I really struggled with this prompt for some reason. It just didn’t flow for me.
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It did at the end for me 🙂
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Love this!
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Thanks Bob
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