..
Let’s write
our arses off,
thumb our noses
at the day, scoff
and play around
with sounds
and hyp
-hens {cluck}
and click and clack
our indigo black
into a waiting sun.
Let’s cockadoodle-do
something a whole
lot more fun
than cleaning or
working or waiting
or dreaming or tryin’
to be gleaning something
from this tired
{glass house}
ceiling.
Let’s {parent
-he(y)sis} instead of parent
-ing. Let’s fling
ink into
that gossipy breeze
and do as we please
and tell all bad juju
{bees} they’ve lost
their sting.
Let’s sweeten
the day with rosemary
sage and flowers,
and
hours
and
hours
and
hours
and
days
of dooding
{drooling}
{fooling}
……phrase.
Let’s get our rocks
off on the way two
wor(l)ds collide,
some soundbump sway
and see where this
storied songbird goes.
Let’s write
our socks off,
and paint our toes
a lovely pumpkin purple prose.
..
Oh my word, we sure will:
“and paint our toes a lovely pumpkin purple prose”
So much yes to this:
“Let’s {parent -he(y)sis} instead of parent -ing. Let’s fling
ink into that gossipy breeze and do as we please and tell all bad juju {bees} they’ve lost their sting”
And this:
“Let’s get our rocks off on the way two wor(l)ds collide”
“