..
We have had a small
spare change epiphany,
a scintilla of soft sofa
philosophy,
a filament of fun dip,
a myriad murmur of mud.
Diaphanous in its own dumb,
this day is drummed by an
ethereal
plumber.
Flotsam. Jetsam.
{junk}
; a hunk or two of strange
stum
-bled stain.
Grab a plunger. A toothpaste crest
-scendo is eminent, ethereal
in its iridescent sink
scintillation.
Absinthe makes the heart
grow(l) for breakfast,
hunch,
dine her and w(h)ine her
wanderingly.
Whisper me a bellicose breadbox,
mug mystique.
Erstwhile,
the mirror
……smiles.
..
NaPoWriMo, day 24.
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Best title ever. 🙂
That opening couplet cracks me up. Lots of your little sneaky funsies do.
“a filament of fun dip”
“ethereal / plumber”
“{junk} / ; a hunk or two of strange”
“iridescent sink / scintillation”
“Absinthe makes the heart / grow(l)”
“Whisper me a bellicose breadbox”
“Erstwhile” is such a tickle-me word. 🙂
Right? I just wanna put “erstwhile” in allllllll my poems today. 😉
Go for it. 🙂