Not Drunks, But Human Fixtures
K sent me that title up there about the drunks, asking me to turn that found phrase from email spam into a poem. I sent one back, and she edited it, and then I digested her edits, and here it is:
A good looking T-Rex that wondered about love
is reborn as a plastic bag
with two cans of beans inside
clanging into each other
because things need to touch
for love to happen
It’s been too long since I wrote poetry. Anyone who finds a good line in their email, send it to me. I’m feeling hecka poetic.
Love it!
That is some farmer’s tan you got there!
Comment by K — May 2, 2007 @ 9:17 am
You’re looking more like Barat every day!
Comment by Jim Rolston — May 3, 2007 @ 2:15 pm
I support your war on fashion!
Comment by Lyle_s — May 3, 2007 @ 8:28 pm
this fellah is going to star in an upcoming ad campaign, hopefully finished this weekend and debuted right here on MRIP.
Comment by jon — May 3, 2007 @ 10:44 pm
and thanks for not mentioning how red my nose is in this photo.
Comment by jon — May 3, 2007 @ 10:45 pm