The Backward Tide

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Vintage Words

 

Raindrops are falling up and into

the clouds while geese fly

upsidedown to get their bearings.

The sun set this morning, it was

a strange day when it rose at ten

o'clock at night.

.

My hair is in grown and my brain

is staging a two poster protest. The

newsboy is handing out black words

printed on black paper, and my shoes

have all shrunk two inches

but my feet still fit comfortably.

.

Alice would be at home here; cards

can actually talk and want out

of their particular containment. As

I entered the basement at noon

the trash can said, "I am in search

of a poet. Know any?"

.

allets

12-11-15

215p

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The challenge to write a nonsense poem - met! - slc

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