Your side of the world is flooded
mine is on fire
Helicopters circle
dropping emptied juice boxes,
candybar wrappers
crusts from sub-par sandwiches.
These days,
even God has a day job.
When I talk to people trying to live to 185
I get to thinking about dying
and coming back as a fish
The ocean is supposed to rise 25 feet
sometime, whenever
It was a frozen custard stand engulfed in flame
Took the boardwalk
Lucky Leo's
Carousel Arcade
Use the fine reeds as a make shift snorkel.
Tell the fire marshall I said hello
I'm building a raft from a neon sign
and will be there soon.
made of bells.
"When I talk to people trying to live to 185 I get to thinking about dying." Me, too. Good work, Bud.
Wow! Two for one! *
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Very well done Bud, loved the use of expressions.
Enjoyed.
I like the disjointed nature of this. Good piece.
Bud, this ROCKS!
Fave.
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Damn. I love this in every way - for the pace, the tone, the words you choose, the images. Wow and wow.
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Not surreal but metareal.
I love it all. Nice beat, fantastic delivery.
"I'm building a raft from a neon sign" is my favorite line in this, but it all works. Sad & fine.
You are so made of bells. Love it.
Thank you all for dropping notes on this. I appreciate all your time and energy.
I love the opposing subjects, and the way you tie them together *
*, Bud. I like that the fire-like, ice-like components are given equal voice. I think I'm going to have to lay off that god guy. He's sloughing off a bit lately.
Good poem, Bud.
Love this and everything about it.
Saw this in my e mail inbox on your blog. A thought provoking and lyrical existential reflection on our life and times. *
Such a great tribute to first responders of whom I have so much respect. So insightful in the midst of disaster, so very human. Huge fave.
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Nicely done!
Boom.*
terrific