Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Hot Cognition

Oh, trouble, trouble
This fizzy little thing.
It ain’t me!
Says the book in the box.
Instinct-
or mother may I?
Says the book in the box.
Momma gone try.
She gone try to be smooth in her way.
Smooth and cool
‘bout as queer as a chandelier
when that engine gets crunk.
I know the way
that drops the fool on his knees
that flips him side-down-up.
Racing the chalk lines,
chasing the kickers and pickers
til their bellies go pop.
Ain’t no time!
Never no time for the mindgears’ roll
Damn the repose
of the cold clunkin' thinker.
No shy, no sigh, all spades in my deck.
It ain’t me
Says the book in the box.
It ain’t me!

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For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Hannah Pratt challenged me with "I read it in a book. It's real. I didn't make the theory up." and I challenged trencher with "If passion were a palpable thing, what would it feel like?".

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3 comments:

  1. Interesting. Are mamma, I, and the book seperate objects or aspects of a single person?

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  2. "Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure." -Alfred Edward Housman

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  3. I want to roll your words around on my tongue.

    Arrived via Write on Edge. I'm new there, myself.

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