my new invention : the ramlbe (like a lyric poem)

 

Down! Said Dolly Parton to the pink kangaroo

Fight! Said Bill Nye to the entire of thezoo.

Pink flows freely from the divine source

energy awakens the golem perched on the ledge

buckets tip and skip their way down the hill

phones are all alight in the silence and the still

one day the swans flew away

and rabid ravenous ducks took their place.

The dogs they grew and grew

until gigantism was the norm.

the and then if because so

one dya in antwerp station it will be filled with snow.

The big trains ride on

the big train tracks

the small trains sigh

and slide In the snow

off the rails, like w waogn

on a precipice.

On the rails, maybe nevermore

said the no one to the someone peopl

when can I be at peace

she wondered, furiously,

what typpe of madness would even need to be endured

myserious reasons they responded

people are known to think a thought

and let is wash away

experiment of a vaguely defined

willfully enacted on opt in participants

maybe already occurred

by getting in th habit of

shouting challenges

all assumed

thereby the real discovery

is that people aare THAT curious

nice time?

Day in day out?

Dont mind if I do,

do mind if I dont

nice idea

nice one allround

nice to people and pets

nice to myself

its just solid logic

to be nice

its been very meaningful thus far to be myself

almost achieved subservience of others even

by mistake

not mishap

more like incurred

kindness.

The meaningful meaningfulbeing

wow, can I be helpful.

Hulpful in fact, noice.

So to be

a cosmic being means

hulping, shaping, pyaering

and pining for the future

as a future fae.

Bend said the rod

before I break

stop said the sign

please do brake

spin said the machine

as the washing cycle ended

to turn it all around

the giant ATE the toad.

In a brothy soup

Alone.

The giant yearned for nothing more

than company

he spoke to his pink carnation every day

“What do I do Pinky?”

“Derp” said the pink carnation.

The giant laughed and his belly rumbled

The hills shook with his laughter and he cried out

“At last! A friend!”

The Dove sang

From the olive branch

“And I! Fair soul, forget me not!”

“Why now, why me!?” wept the giant

“I have seen your finer side with how

you treat the pink carnation

I am touched

We are blessed

To know a rogue as is

yourself” the dove replied.

“Derp” said the pink carnation

And they all rolld around laughing

They went for a walk altogether

And the giant carved out valleys with his feet

A dragon heard them from furlongs away

And swoooped by

“Why the mayhem?”

“It's just a ramble!” replied the giant.

“May I join you?” the dragon aske.

The giant started to cry

“Derp” said the pink carnation,

“That means okay,” said the dove.

The dragon flew, the dragon dove

When they stopped for a picnic he lit up a stove.

The toasted some bread

Roasted toadstools till red

Ate and drank beer of the cherry

Stayed awake through the might in merry

Alone was a cloud so wafting by

When the giant suddenly a-spied

A daisy was sleepily nodding

And said to the pink carnation

in his terracotta pot “meep”

and the pink carnation said “derp”

They both laughed and the dragon

Said adiue because a baby was due.

The doveflew up high and perched

on the giant's shoulder.

“Well, giant, shall we go to the Sea?”

The gisnt knew it was because

He had not bathed,

In an aeon.

Hes stank

To the high Moon

The Artemis dwelling showed the

yellow marks on his skin

The starlight highlighted his glistening hair.

Self care, was lightyears ago.

The formerly solitary giant

Stood up, carefully carrying the pink carnation

And said “Let's go!”

“Derp” said the pink carnation.

I, the narrator, dear reader

Am intrigued by the giant

He has spent so long alone

Yet his first kindness won him

A treasure life

A tenderness

That he was lacking.

What is a giant but a tall man!

So who knows who

And who knows what

In this karic roadshow

Called life

The dove e=led the giant to the see

The pink carnation was mysteriously silent

And the giant prayed

To becomef free of odour.

He dreamt and dreamed and

He wondered

What he might smell like

Underneath the ages of

Rust and dust

And mud from stargazing.

The dove flew high,

the dove flew low

The giant kept the carnation warm

In the mountaintop snow

A hippo approached them

As they waded the Nile

“Who have we here dear fellows?”

He said with a smile.

A checkered in

From too much sugar

And he swam around the giant's foot

The dove perched on his head and gave a soft hoot.

The hipppo rolled

The hippo laughed

He had never seen a giant before

the thought alone made his brain sore

Oh what are you! - he cried

Myself and my carnation make two- said the giant.