Monday, September 17, 2012

fellows (poem 16/30)

long ago blue, green, yellow and orange
were four fellows, all friends, and sat awaiting
the on-come of storming angst
as it bubbled and boiled up over the edges
of a small pot with twin braids and penny loafers
sent away from home by ill equiped parents
in a time of economic weather and sunshine.

it wouldn't be long before the fire in her eyes
grew so strong and hot that lasers would be born
and directed at four friendly fellows
all helpless to save themselves under any attack
especially one of such magnificent array
of color and texture with spices from all seven
of the major continents on earth.

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