The Loretta Experiment
(To be constructed)
a long day of obliquely regarding
a parenthetical allegory that had
recently taken up residence in
the attic rafters, a peremptory
arrival sure to confuse the tribe
of bats in habituated residence there.
Late in the same evening now
stray thoughts of hidden mousetraps
and doors that do not appear to be doors
The ways some words dissolve like
Sweets or rain on the tongue
While others, well others just,
"why is anti seed ant spelt antecedent?"
Loretta ponders the absurdities of language laws
"when buffaloes fly a wooden nickel won't spin right,
just won't."
"Sigh I simply must stop mixing metaphors what
with my family history of addictive behaviours."
Loretta says to herself just as a herd of ooblivious
homilies stampede across the bedroom rradio dial.
"Now where did I put my parallels? They were right
before my nose just a moment ago."
Seemingly out of nowhere suddenly a mousetrap
springs closed, a door that was not a door the moment
before opens.
Loretta smirks, (not snarky) a distracted friendly smirk,
"why there are my pair of LL's," she says.
"Hoo Hoo Hoo. " A pair of round glowing yellow eyes
appear outside an attic window.
"Too Hoo yourself Sir Owl out there, Humanity is such
a long drone syndrome. Don't you agree?"
"Hoo Hoo Hoo. """
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2014-07-26 at 18:56
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(To be constructed)
TLE
Loretta was exhausted froma long day of obliquely regarding
a parenthetical allegory that had
recently taken up residence in
the attic rafters, a peremptory
arrival sure to confuse the tribe
of bats in habituated residence there.
Late in the same evening now
stray thoughts of hidden mousetraps
and doors that do not appear to be doors
The ways some words dissolve like
Sweets or rain on the tongue
While others, well others just,
"why is anti seed ant spelt antecedent?"
Loretta ponders the absurdities of language laws
"when buffaloes fly a wooden nickel won't spin right,
just won't."
"Sigh I simply must stop mixing metaphors what
with my family history of addictive behaviours."
Loretta says to herself just as a herd of ooblivious
homilies stampede across the bedroom rradio dial.
"Now where did I put my parallels? They were right
before my nose just a moment ago."
Seemingly out of nowhere suddenly a mousetrap
springs closed, a door that was not a door the moment
before opens.
Loretta smirks, (not snarky) a distracted friendly smirk,
"why there are my pair of LL's," she says.
"Hoo Hoo Hoo. " A pair of round glowing yellow eyes
appear outside an attic window.
"Too Hoo yourself Sir Owl out there, Humanity is such
a long drone syndrome. Don't you agree?"
"Hoo Hoo Hoo. """
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
Read 584 times
Written on 2014-07-26 at 18:56
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