Boy Howdy, that Ray Sweatman has been posting like crazy this month. For example,
Roy Orbison singing Dream Lover
The rain it drips it drips it drips a doo
You know you can’t speak of rain in a poem
What the hell’s wrong with you?
Cliches are comfortable
You don’t have to think
You don’t have to think
You don’t have to think it’s coo
Once we created our own language
Created creation anew
Fire was not just for the hairy ones
not just a reel reeling on the Discovery Channel
Fire it had no function, baby, just like me and you
Now I’m content to lull these cavenotes by
The rain your ears and etch us on the wall
Lully lully loo
A chirping bird before the alarm goes
And we must too.– Ray Sweatman, 1/24/2006
How do you like them noodles?
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heehee…didnt know anybody was still reading…
see you’re still going strong over here.
i must get out more often!