spitting at the sun

Posted on April 23, 2018 by whimsygizmo

she’s too hot
too handle,
and so the boys
take action,
look up and fire away.

…………gravity laughs.

 

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4 Responses to spitting at the sun

  1. Shawna says:
    April 24, 2018 at 6:07 am

    The opening reminds me of “Uptown Funk” … she’s too hot, hot damn; call the police, and a fireman.” Something like that, only I guess he’s singing out himself and says “I.” But I rather like it being about a girl-sun (a girl’s un), and the firemen, with their really long hoses, trying to cool her off. 🙂 And she’s up there on a lounge chair sipping a fruity umbrella-drink by the pool. … We just THINK the sky is the sky, but really, it’s a giant swimming pool — for birds. 🙂 And the water’s magical and doesn’t mess up their feathers. Plus, it probably has lots and lots of glitter in it.

    Gravity’s laughter is nervous, because it can’t pull her down. Really, the pool party is laughing at gravity. Grave-ity. The sky cannot die, nor its integral components. Nor should it be sad or somber.

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  2. Shawna says:
    April 24, 2018 at 6:08 am

    Plus, I like that the title might mean “spitting” as in “spitting rhymes,” busting/busking a beat.

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  3. ihatepoetry says:
    April 24, 2018 at 7:53 am

    Wonderful – the logic of gravity is something that often needs to be learned the hard way.

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