….
She’s evolved beyond
Dante, Goethe, and Rumi
-nating on the hidden
love poetry and under
-lying notional logic
(don’t mock)
of rap.
To
day,
folks,
she’s just six syllables
away
from a song.
….
….
She’s evolved beyond
Dante, Goethe, and Rumi
-nating on the hidden
love poetry and under
-lying notional logic
(don’t mock)
of rap.
To
day,
folks,
she’s just six syllables
away
from a song.
….
You big-time filled up the happy-box in my heart. This is sooooo endorphonic. Endor-phin-ic? Indoor-finick-y? Whatever. I love it. 😉
I was not at all expecting “song” at the end. My brain was going with something like “sycophant.” Or even better, “asylum.” 😉
I especially love the title and the first two lines, but then also the first four lines. But then also, the whole thing. 😉
“… they call it a Royale with cheese …” I LOVE Pulp Fiction.
There is some good rap out there! They are definitely true poets, I’d say. Is this a play on Lorde – and her song Royals?
By the way, did you know that Chant Royal is a poetic form? I probably should not tell you that because, knowing you, you’ll tackle it 🙂
This is brilliant!