Wednesday, May 11

heh. a poem.

In my vain attempt to procure a free SONY PSP I was requested to conjure a poem. Exactly the inspiration I needed, since I could care less how it turned out. So I present to my dear readers 'fudge'.

fudge

early mornin craving
steeped in bourbons dew
gridded against traffics
stewing gait I
nip at, and savior
the grace an glory
o' fudge
rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns. Lording ova the
future of fetuses.

5 comments:

Fuz said...

I am particularly fond of:

"rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns."

I have no idea why–it just tickles my fancy.

DM said...

I'm glad to see you writing again. Very cool.

A.Ho said...

So here I am. Planning on going to bed right after I move some songs to the iPod and I find myself reworking this poem. Here'tis'gain:

fudge

early mornin' craving
steeped in bourbons dew
gridded 'gainst traffics
stewing gait I
nip and savior
the grace an glory
o' fudge
rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns. Lording ova
future fetuses

A.Ho said...

of course then I decide to change something back. groovy.

fudge

early mornin' craving
steeped in bourbons dew
gridded 'gainst traffics
stewing gait I
nip and savior
the grace an glory
o' fudge
rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns. Lording ova the
future of fetuses

or maybe

fudge

early mornin' craving
steeped in bourbons dew
gridded 'gainst traffics
stewing gait I
nip and savior
the grace an glory
o' fudge
rising, shining,
trailblazing. Meanwhile,
petrol burns. Lording ova the
fudgure of fetuses

The Primordial Stewardess said...

I'm always a sucker for plays on words.