if I manage to step barefoot
in a large enough pile of dog dung,
I might be able to find a metaphor, either in the tracks
I left or in the cracks between my toes
if I sniff with enough finesse,
a simile may sift its way upward
from the ambitious heap, like grandiose molecules
ascending to heaven,
or at least to my nose
if my ears are keenly tuned,
the squishing sound may be sibilantly sublime,
or be alive with rhyme, or paint pious pictures
if synesthesia suddenly ensues
what was the question again?
creativity? I yet need a different pile of dung,
from perhaps another beast, for the canine
is likely tired of my verbose purloining
from the gift he left eagerly
on the greedy ground
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
if I manage to step barefoot
in a large enough pile of dog dung,
I might be able to find a metaphor, either in the tracks
I left or in the cracks between my toes
if I sniff with enough finesse,
a simile may sift its way upward
from the ambitious heap, like grandiose molecules
ascending to heaven,
or at least to my nose
if my ears are keenly tuned,
the squishing sound may be sibilantly sublime,
or be alive with rhyme, or paint pious pictures
if synesthesia suddenly ensues
what was the question again?
creativity? I yet need a different pile of dung,
from perhaps another beast, for the canine
is likely tired of my verbose purloining
from the gift he left eagerly
on the greedy ground
I think someone named Joe Cole asked for some words about creativity--I don’t know what creativity is but I have no shortage of words
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