mussels
by Jodi Lu
genre:
Poetry
description:
an old poem that wasn't lost that i think is still a little sweet.
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updated 04/07/08
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ode to sushi mussels:
little jigglers of poppy tickle
whispies of the frantic gush of barely stiff and barely true and
barely there at all
but all wrong and fringed-dirty,
warmish absolutely still.
ode to ray’s muscles:
baked path in tiny figure eights, alive with some
slide beneath
of easy rope and the smoothest strata, tensions
in folds and spreads
and a damp wind from angles swollen and calmest:
horizons of cooled clay and chin-graze.
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little jigglers of poppy tickle
whispies of the frantic gush of barely stiff and barely true and
barely there at all
but all wrong and fringed-dirty,
warmish absolutely still.
ode to ray’s muscles:
baked path in tiny figure eights, alive with some
slide beneath
of easy rope and the smoothest strata, tensions
in folds and spreads
and a damp wind from angles swollen and calmest:
horizons of cooled clay and chin-graze.
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chapter 1 review
Kitty
said:
"
Lovely! Lewis Carroll and Carl Sandburg dance at the weddings of the Jabberwock and the Spoon Licker and the Walrus and Pony Pony Huckabuck!
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chapter 1 review
Diana
said:
"
knowing ray (and thereby his muscles) makes these juxtaposed odes that much more meaningful. brilliant.
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