"alveolar" poems
Here you stand blowing raspberries
at my phonemic skills.
Please close your lips. Just listen.
Learn of bilabial trills.
You may call me an animal
for my alveolar clicks,
for in America its only real use
is for catcalling chicks.
And not many understand
a velar implosive stop,
that the words are the gurgle
of a doughnut shop cop.
And yes, my pharyngeal fricative
sounds like something's amiss.
But its not always contempt,
like some puppet show hiss.
So, if you just could excuse
my pulmonic ingressive,
I promise, If it feels like it hurts,
I will be singly expressive.
I guess all I can say
is that when you hear what I say,
remember, it more than just words
that I try to convey.
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 8:46 AM UTC
she said her name
was: "Zeta Ampersand!"
"Wot?" I wotted?
her Da had named her after
some mathematical function
Ampersand she just liked the sound
she even signed her self
ζ (& ) "...the artist formerly known as
my self!"
"59 & 509...both primes!" she smiled
"30, 031...isn't!"
"!?!" I said
I watched a snake
of sweet sweat slither
between her cleavage
"...the Buckmisterfullerene molecule is
like a soccer ball...blah de blah.."
"Uh huh..yeah...I'm...eh...listening..."
to my heart beat
wildly out of control
she an Everest...I the foothills
said she liked
Daft Punk & kissing
"Now there's a coincidence..." I whispered
Daft Punk I didn't know but
I had a 1st Class Honours
in kissing &...stuff
we made love with
AROUND THE WORLD on replay
"Call me Z..." she sighed
*** with her was like
voicing alveolar sibilant fricatives
"Gee Zee...geeee!" was all I could say
I was an quantic entity
experiencing wave/particle duality
for the first time forever
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 8:15 PM UTC