"otto" poems
there once was a turtle named Otto
who called all the Mexicans "vato"
but now he's in heaven
choir turtle eleven
with a rather nice little vibrato
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 2:47 AM UTC
A gray hippopotamus lived in a zoo
At the end of the Tropical Line,
Harry the Hippo lived next to the loo
Right by the Northern confines.
With his wide toothy smile,
And his great double chin,
He greeted his neighbors
With a great hippo grin...
Made friends with the deer,
Made friends with an owl,
Avoided the white scowling bear,
Avoided the family of wolves,
(He'd heard they liked to eat meat).
Decided to friend a great, walloping moose,
A challenge, his neighbor seemed rather elite.
Tall and severe with a beard on his chin,
He stood like a tree on his heavy brown hooves,
And branches of antlers stood heavy and grim.
"I see we are neighbors,"said Harry the Hippo,
"Name's Harry," he said with a grin,
"Since it looks like we'll be here a while, ya' know,
I figure we ought to be friends!"
"Bull" Moose only chewed a bit more on his cud,
Burped in the gray hippo's face,
Turned his wide antlers for well and for good...
He spurned the whole hippo race.
But Harry had patience,
Had nowhere to go,
So he waited a week and a month and a day
For Otto the Moose to come 'round,
And he did! And now the two of 'em play.
Our Harry's advice to you is be nice,
And after a while, it comes true....
The balkiest neighbors will have to think twice
And fall into friendship with you.
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Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Nella Torre il silenzio era già alto.
Sussurravano i pioppi del Rio Salto.
I cavalli normanni alle lor poste
frangean la biada con rumor di croste.
Là in fondo la cavalla era, selvaggia,
nata tra i pini su la salsa spiaggia;
che nelle froge avea del mar gli spruzzi
ancora, e gli urli negli orecchi aguzzi.
Con su la greppia un gomito, da essa
era mia madre; e le dicea sommessa:
"O cavallina, cavallina storna,
che portavi colui che non ritorna;
tu capivi il suo cenno ed il suo detto!
Egli ha lasciato un figlio giovinetto;
il primo d'otto tra miei figli e figlie;
e la sua mano non toccò mai briglie.
Tu che ti senti ai fianchi l'uragano,
tu dai retta alla sua piccola mano.
Tu ch'hai nel cuore la marina brulla,
tu dai retta alla sua voce fanciulla".
La cavalla volgea la scarna testa
verso mia madre, che dicea più mesta:
"O cavallina, cavallina storna,
che portavi colui che non ritorna;
lo so, lo so, che tu l'amavi forte!
Con lui c'eri tu sola e la sua morte.
O nata in selve tra l'ondate e il vento,
tu tenesti nel cuore il tuo spavento;
sentendo lasso nella bocca il morso,
nel cuor veloce tu premesti il corso:
adagio seguitasti la tua via,
perché facesse in pace l'agonia... "
La scarna lunga testa era daccanto
al dolce viso di mia madre in pianto.
"O cavallina, cavallina storna,
che portavi colui che non ritorna;
oh! Due parole egli dové pur dire!
E tu capisci, ma non sai ridire.
Tu con le briglie sciolte tra le zampe,
con dentro gli occhi il fuoco delle vampe,
con negli orecchi l'eco degli scoppi,
seguitasti la via tra gli alti pioppi:
lo riportavi tra il morir del sole,
perché udissimo noi le sue parole".
Stava attenta la lunga testa fiera.
Mia madre l'abbracciò su la criniera
"O cavallina, cavallina storna,
portavi a casa sua chi non ritorna!
A me, chi non ritornerà più mai!
Tu fosti buona... Ma parlar non sai!
Tu non sai, poverina; altri non osa.
Oh! ma tu devi dirmi una cosa!
Tu l'hai veduto l'uomo che l'uccise:
esso t'è qui nelle pupille fise.
Chi fu? Chi è? Ti voglio dire un nome.
E tu fa cenno. Dio t'insegni, come".
Ora, i cavalli non frangean la biada:
dormian sognando il bianco della strada.
La paglia non battean con l'unghie vuote:
dormian sognando il rullo delle ruote.
Mia madre alzò nel gran silenzio un dito:
disse un nome... Sonò alto un nitrito.
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quanta is better understood outside of physics,
on a grander scale -
quantum is a quality suggestion that
makes two (to, too) things auto-suggestive
as pertaining in the matter -
never mind - take the concept of quanta
out of physics and you get
a man readying himself for a controlled
coma having his wisdom teeth removed,
with the anaesθetician asking about
the readers' digest, the patient replying
quo vadis? / dokąd idziesz? then
the great sleep plateau - 'where are you going?'
puts any man off, whether boxer,
or paediatrician - ****** lays dead floored
for a minute, plays the dog game: play dead,
tongue hanging ready for a guillotine.
CHOP! and there goes the tail of a Doberman
(jamnik / dachshund on stilts)
and a ρoττł-
y
woo woo woo chim chimney
cha cha cha ooh
the rotting wail - rottweiler -
-ειλερ;
you never mention the u with the v due to
the chisel ease, then again, you don't
say double-o'h but say double u -
too shay frowning at a shave;
****** i'll make your language my playground
given all these post-colonial ***** aiming
for a signature and credentials,
this **** could pass the London brigade,
but take it to York, it would be a massacre
of a bureaucratic lapse of credentials...
a viking invasion more-or-less;
oh **** quantum physics, Charles Dickens
and the Victorian Era - Jack the Ripper the antonym,
both are the desired cages of energy requiring expression
to make testimony that such an age existed,
a particular congregate of expression, never universal,
boxes and pockets, however much inside one
is a question of your dietary requirement,
quantum physics is better explained with history
than hard science, and atoms, or the craze of subs,
people need a bigger picture, not everyone own
a ******* microscope or a telescope,
teach quantum physics using history:
Philippe Augustus of France mattered,
at the Battle of Bouvines - Otto IV? not so much.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 7:45 PM UTC
Someone who won't take you through what I did
A person who has a better personality and a amazing heart,
A man that will make it to where you don't have to look to anyone else for comfort
That someone who will make you feel like your whole, not just a part.
You deserve better than a man like me
You deserve better than someone who doesn't betray your trust,
You deserve better than what you had
You deserve someone who will be there when day to night and dawn to dust.
You know I'll always be here for you
You know that I'm no good
Your heart is all that i wanted
Its to precious to be torn, shattered, and broke.
You deserve all the love
You deserve to laugh
You deserve to smile
You deserve of all things.
You deserve to not have any fears
You deserve better than Sha'Quille Otto
You deserve...
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 4:25 PM UTC
Otto was ill-timed and
out
of place
in his black suit and
hand-hemmed
pants
bearing the sheen of long wear
and his umbrella
reaching from floor to his elbow
its wooden handle as crooked
as his spine
"Where were you," he
admonished with his
eyes and
"Why didn't you," he
accused with his
cane-handled umbrella and
"Where is she," he
screamed from his
wrinkled shirt and
creased brow and
worn wool pants and
ill-timed arrival
one foot in the train and
one foot knee-deep in misery.
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:03 PM UTC
~ Otto Dix Plate 22 ~
Each night I meet myself in nightmares
I am my own enemy fighting in No-man’s land
I am material and real, yet I barely exist
in my imagination.
There is nothing whole and complete
nothing has retained its shape or structure
everything is splintered into surfaces
in my imagination.
There can be only shreds and shards
only textures, hard lines and spaces
where white light can dance free
in my imagination.
Each night I crawl through ruined houses
along dark passages that close me in
dropping to bottomless depths of myself
in my imagination
There are only axons and dendrites in my mind
electric sparking, all atoms in a crystal night
a grasping hand, a gaping eye disconnected
in my imagination.
Each night I try to find myself in nightmares
I am my own enemy fighting in No-man’s land
I am dark energy and matter, yet I barely exist
in my imagination.
© M.L.Emmett
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
Expert testimony has decreed yellow,
Who are we to speak against those with seven tongues and antlers,
You sleep as the muffin man creeps
Camera in hands and remnants of sickness past upon his clothes
Your eyes Otto Dix, your face like an anguished customer at Greggs.
He, the muffin man, staggers in the night and surveys these barren lands.
At what point will you release your patterned anguish?
Expert testimony has decreed yellow,
Watermelon and disorder for the masses in their lived fury
hunters of the lowest rung,
misery and handbags at the cumulative paces from Newcastle to Carlisle
Flawed Romans and tasty Saxons,
Expert testimony has decreed yellow,
Revolt! bring down the manor!
The muffin man in his element, deckchair reclined
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 11:38 AM UTC
As far back as I can remember, i always wanted to be a gangster.
-Quote by Ray liotta in good fellas movie.-
“Nothing personal, it’s just business” ~ Otto Berman
“Las Vegas turns women into men and men into idiots.” ~ Bugsy Siegel.
“This life of ours, this is a wonderful life. If you can get through life like this and get away with it, hey, that’s great. But its very, very unpredictable. There’s so many ways you can ***** it up.” ~ Paul Castellano
Thirty-two hundred dollars he gave me. Thirty-two hundred dollars for a lifetime. It wasn’t even enough to pay for the coffin.” (ray liotta as Henry hill) good fellas movie.
“I hate to say this, but this place is getting to me. I think I’m getting the fear.” Dr. Gonzo( fear and loathing in Las Vegas)
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.” Jules. ( movie pulp fiction with John travolta and Samuel l. Jackson. Also starring bruce Willis.)
“No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him
with a gun, you better **** him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back
until one of you is dead.” Ace Rothstein ( movie Casino) Robert deniro, Joe pesci.
Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 12:01 AM UTC
Chisto è 'o ritratto e chiste so' 'e capille:
na ciocca 'e seta nera avvellutata.
E cheste songo 'e llettere: cchiù 'e mille;
lettere 'e 'na guagliona nnammurata.
Ngiulina se chiammava sta figliola
ch'è stata 'a primma nnammurata mia.
Trent'anne sò passate... Mamma mia!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, 'na faccella 'e cera,
'nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
Teneva sidece anne e io diciotto.
Faceva 'a sartulella a 'o Chiatamone.
Scenneva d' 'a fatica 'mpunto ll'otto,
e mm'aspettava a me sotto 'o purtone.
Senza parlà, subbeto sotto 'o vraccio
nce pigliavemo e ghievemo a ffà ammore.
Vicino 'a casa soia, 'ncoppa Brancaccio,
parole doce e zucchero int' 'o core.
Mettennoce appuiate 'nfaccia 'o muro,
a musso a mmusso, tutt' e dduie abbracciate:
dint' 'a penombra 'e n' angulillo oscuro,
quanta suspire e vvase appassiunate!
'A tengo nnanze a ll'uocchie, pare aiere:
vocca 'e curallo, na faccella 'e cera;
nu paro d'uocchie verde, 'e cciglie nere,
senza russetto... semplice e sincera.
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These empty rooms
devoid of life,
behind a bookcase
in the hall.
This was, for a time,
our home
while the Germans
held the Dutch in thrall.
My wife since dead from huger,
my daughters in a common grave.
I, Otto Frank, the sole survivor.
Is there no one I can save?
Annelise, my dearest daughter,
Miep Gies gave me your book.
The Germans cast it on the floor
without a second look.
Here in your words I find
perhaps not all of you has died.
Here in print your words may speak
for all who suffered, all who cried.
Its small comfort for an old man,
broken, ready for the grave,
but my girl might be a symbol
for all those we could not save.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 1:38 PM UTC
Down where the river flows
This is where the old souls go
Where water dances in lustrous blues & bright yellows
Some died old & others were young fellows
They play jazz & R&B tunes
Drowning out their gray moods
Each one shows up sad
Then leave with a smile worth a grand
But none are here for money, no
They're here to forget the ones they let go
Heartbreak hurts indeed
But having a broken soul, nothing competes
Down by the swaying willow tree
Old souls become free
Dressed in the hues of their stories
Sneaky eyes have tried to read
Careful! Don't be seen
Humans shouldn't intervene
For there is a soul from the past
A boy who's last breath was a laugh
Still young & naive
He craved a new world to see
The sight of a girl led him to the town
And his laugh became an alarming sound
All souls searched and seeked
Braylen Otto Oakley
Whizzing past familiar places
And seeing grieving faces
They shouted his name
Wanting the pain to go away
Rummaged through their past
Hoping these feelings wouldn't last
"What is it you look for?"
BOO
Where did he go?
Nobody knew
Till then they scream out Boo
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
These empty rooms
devoid of life,
behind a bookcase
in the hall.
This was, for a time,
our home
while the Germans
held the Dutch in thrall.
My wife since dead from hunger,
my daughters in a common grave.
I, Otto Frank, the sole survivor.
Is there no one I can save?
Annelise, my dearest daughter,
Miep Gies gave me your book.
The Germans cast it on the floor
without a second look.
Here in your words I find
that not all of you has died.
Here your words may speak
for all who suffered, all who cried.
Its small comfort for an old man,
broken, ready for the grave,
but my girl might be a symbol
for all those we could not save.
Jun 12, 2012
Jun 12, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
Painted the scene you wanted seen,
hiding the scars of what had been.
Scene ends, you return to the night,
where demons haunt your lonely mind,
You continue to try and find,
the answers to make the wrongs right,
but so many lies have been told,
Your hopes are starting to dissolve,
fearing there is no end in sight.
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
Sandt Amaro and Karl Spooner on the old Brooklyn Dodgers.
My 2 all-time favorite players of my favorite team the Yankees are
an putfielder acquired in a transaction Vernon Webb
and the Rookie of the Year for, I believe, 1957
an outfielder first baseman Norm Cisbern.
My 2 favorite all-time Illinois basketball players were sixth men Ed Perez and Joseph Bertrand.
My 2 favorite all-time Detroit Lions are Bobby Cayne and Pork Walker with Ces Bingaman a nice third.
My favorite all-time Cleveland Browns are Otto Graham and Frank Gatsby.
My all-time 2 favorite Chicago Bulls are Michael Jordan and Dave Corzine.
Mordern-day-wise, I like Parig of the LA Dodgers, Steven Aren who last I saw was with the Washington Nationals, and in modern Illini football I loved Monty Wilson. He hit so hard and the sound of a prize recruit who never got in on a game. D'Angelo McGary and I liked the sound of the name. Duane Brantley who was a large for the time offensive lineman out of Chicago wo dropped out before he had a chance to play.
This is just scratching the surface, I guess, since I'm not into the star system per se.
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
The sky was awoken tonight
Claps of thunder, flashes of light.
Gentle rain turning to a pour.
Animals run to find cover,
young child screams for her mother.
The ground can not take any more,
puddles are starting to be formed.
By daylight life will have been mourned,
The force of the storm at my door.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
"Yes I can!"
Bob wrote in response
Otto had told him what he thought was the right answer
Bob had understood
but he soon wanted to ask the question again.
the predicament: Bob could write but he couldn't speak.
Otto could speak but couldn't write.
Unfortunately, he forgot about the other's condition.
He was frustrated he couldn't get his point across.
Staring intently at the paper,
Otto tried to motion the problem, until...
Bob had an epiphany and started to write again.
He had suddenly remembered that both of them could read;
Following that, Otto excitedly began to explain
that both of them could hear as well. Otto then whispered...
precisely what Bob had written on the paper,
"Can you read between the lines?"
11/6/15
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
For high schools, this is a hot summer place.
Outside the car, the community saves the
largest animal championship in Cameroon?
Comedy, Weaving, Festivals, Music, France,
Australia, An Australian Theater,
Otto Barroso. These are DC, PCPC
and new digital printer is Yokompetrimi.
William Lucas Lucas, Virginia and Brian
Wallace Sanders, Muslims
and their legal representatives,
digital airport transportation plans
and signatures, as well as DMS councils,
digital screens and balloons.
We are in Australia, fingerprints;
fingerprints, music, video games,
internet and content, and if you
want to continue with Microsoft
and Microsoft, Sports, Radio
and Television publishers and Digital
Technology, Politics, Police and Terrorism,
Warren, Atlantic Express,
Atlantic models, Islands What
is a Hindu scholar? 600, Seattle,
Windows Windows, Windows
Windows, Windows Windows,
Windows, Japan, Mexico, Tamil,
Australia, Australia, Australia,
Australia, John RP Mingle, stories,
life, children and people. However,
there are 600 seats in the country.
what are you looking for? One state
"Getting food in the jungle, Gibbert,
Holidays, 600, Jungle, Bee Canvas."
Black-colored information coming
from Henry Marriott Antonio
is the most important Viniolian
material, Synthino, where trinity
bismuth, bishop, salop, ela tube
and future manifestations. Maya
Matthy Fidini and Pip and Nig
Boer and Palm & Seattle
and QQ, and Mobile, and Windows
and FNA Q Light for Stops,
DC, PC and PDA: Working
with Windows Mobile
in the United States. There are three
examples of rationalist stories in the novel:
Violence and Fantasy Games,
Cancer, Music, Movies, Newspapers,
West, Blues, Green, Italy, South America,
and Cuba. Friends, Workers, Work,
Tom Antarctica, Crossover Crusen,
Nor Crusen, Nor Crusen, Knor,
Knor, Knor, Knor, Knor, Knight,
Knorr, Knorr, Knor, Knor, Knorr,
Knorr, Knorr, Brooklyn American
Racing Wagon KA Language Rules,
Local Advice, Family Safety,
Springtime, Full Version Interview:
Writer, grass and grass,
three Americans, Thomas Christopher
in the sunlight, light shades,
instant blemishes, gold mock,
Black blue Prayer. Other translations:
Light, Green, Syrian, Amnesty
International, Italy, Viviranan, Spiritual
Cathedral, Permanent Italian Police
Commissioner, Queen's ****
School, Fictional Reality Titus
Julie and The Golan Wings Golden
Wings Tribal People's Dancing Nation
in Dancerte Dance Day, Cloud Dance,
Dance, Dance, Dancing, Hobbies,
Spirit, Protection, Meaning,
An Angel, An Angel Angel Vamp
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
She made threats to slit my throat while waiting for the number 8 bus. I can't remember the color of her eyes, but the smell of her breath reminded me of cotton candy left out in the sun. Soft touch on rough surface, this skin is mine to protect. She made threats to forget me while waiting for the number 8 bus. I waited for her to touch my face, but nothing became of her hollow threats, they fell upon deaf ears.
She slit my throat while waiting for the number 8 bus. I didn't wait for her to find my sweet spot. I stood behind myself and watched the color of her eyes turn black. Her skin became cold and my heart became numb. I'm nothing without her to make me feel alive. Her threats kept me even, made me aware. I will not survive without her, so I watch her eat cotton candy and make threats at the number 8 bus stop.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]
“Anglo-Saxon Students Would Not Like to Be Taught by a Jew”
cited in
-Stanley Kunitz Lyrics, Songs, and Albums | Genius
To the Privileged Youth of Columbia University:
As a child of situational poverty
I am so grateful for all my Jewish teachers
Including
Moses
Joshua
Jeremiah
Samuel
David
Solomon
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph
Saint Peter and the others in The Twelve
Saint Paul
Elie Weisel
Chaim Potok
Herman Wouk
Leon Uris
Franz Kafka
Leonard Cohen
Anne Frank
Bernard Malamud
Isaac Bashevis Singer
Philip Roth
Osip Mandelstam
Saul Bellow
Isaac Asimov
Woody Allen
Mel Brooks
Edna Ferber
Yip Harburg
George Cukor
Mel Brooks
Oscar Hammerstein
Alan Lerner
Carl Reiner
Rod Serling
Franz Werfel
Alan Arkin
Claire Bloom
Leonard Nimoy
Chaim Topol
Ed Asner
Mel Brooks
Peter Falk
Werner Klemperer
Jack Klugman
Walter Matthau
Tony Randall
Mel Torme
John Banner
Kirk Douglas
Lorne Greene
Eli Wallach
Sam Wanamaker
Morey Amsterdam
Leo Genn
Otto Preminger
Jack Benny
Leslie Howard
Ernst Lubitsch
Cecil B. DeMille
Mortimer Adler
Allen Bloom
Harold Bloom
Irving Berlin
Boris Pasternak
Emil Ludwig
Eric Wolfgang Korngold
Elmer Bernstein
Max Steiner
George Gershwin
Dimitri Tiomkin
Samuel Fuller
Alexander Korda
Zoltan Korda
Emeric Pressburger
Erich von Stroheim
Billy Wilder
William Wyler
Fred Zinnemann
J. J. Abrams
Peter Bogdanovich
Michael Curtiz
Stanley Donen
Stanley Kramer
Howard Caine
Leon Askin
Robert Clary
Dinah Shore
Stephen Sondheim
Volodymyr Zelinsky
Simon Schama
Louise Gluck
Siegfried Sassoon
Isaac Rosenberg
Joseph Brodsky
Rob Morrow
Vasily Grossman
Stanley Kubrick
Viktor Frankl
And more, so many more, a cloud of witnesses
Whose names are written in gold on a scroll in Heaven
But somehow, in this world of beauty and truth
And humanity’s aspirations to the good
All you have found are bullhorns, trash fires, chants
Clinched fists, obscenities, lies, and shrieking hate
Apr 19, 2024
Apr 19, 2024 at 12:12 PM UTC
Never — not ever! — do we not have
NO MELON, NO LEMON
At the Palindrome Emporium!
WAS IT A CAR OR A CAT I SAW?
WAS IT ELIOT’S TOILET I SAW?
Only at the Palindrome Emporium!
Prices are NEVER ODD, OR EVEN
At the Palindrome Emporium!
EVIL I DID DWELL,
LEWD DID I LIVE
At the Palindrome Emporium!
YO, BANANA BOY
Come save a bunch!
And say hello to
BOB, HANNAH, OTTO, and ANNA!
Your friends at the Palindrome Emporium!
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
I'm near the door
of this queer party
scanning the stream of people
coming in.
For who?
For you.
Who else?
Person
after
person
after
person.
And then
there you are,
and my heart
does some kind of flip
even tho
I swear to myself
I'm over you.
I mean
I don't even think of you
that often but
there you are
and I can't help
yearning
for something
that'll never happen.
Tell myself
over and over and over
that I'm with someone better for me,
but she's white,
and never goes out,
and safe,
and you -
well,
you're you.
And we talk,
tease each other,
saying nothing
important.
And it's okay.
And it's not.
And later in the night
when you tell me
about what's happening at Otto
after this event
I hightail it there,
of course I do,
hoping, hoping, hoping...
And even now,
I sit in this coffee shop
waiting to go to an event
you said you'd be at and
God
I'd give anything
to be different,
to not want
what I can't have.
I'd give anything
to be more
than a moth
to a flame
to be satisfied
with what I've got,
but I can't help it.
I want
forest fire love.
Give me
forest fire love.
I want to be
burned alive.
May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 6:08 PM UTC
Hi. My name is Otto.
Look! A squirrel.
I should chase it,
Too bad I'm inside a fence.
I'm hungry. When's dinner?
Yay! We're getting in the car!
Are we going to the park?
Wait! Don't leave me!
Why're you closing the door?
I want to come! Let me out!
Noooo they're driving away
I'm all alone. for 5 minutes
YES! They're finally home!
After what feels like 50 hours!
It took you long enough.
Feb 2, 2019
Feb 2, 2019 at 5:38 PM UTC
so glottal, that arabic is,
it would amuse me
to hear an arab recite
these two words
as someone chinese
attempting a trill on the R...
let alone a frenchman having
to stop harking that letter out,
or the english
applying the numbing,
linguistic anaesthetic to it,
i.e.
amuse me:
gregory
brzęczyszczykiewicz
herr otto, standartenjunker
(borrowed from the cult film:
how i started the second world war)...
or: stół z
powyłamywanymi nogami -
gutton gutton clob kup-ah!
glutton q k,
mmm'kab, mmm'qab...
******* linguistic turkeys;
help! help! he's choking!
he's about to swollow his tongue!
heimlich! quick! maneuver
maneuver! run around the poor
******** in circles, chanting
magic spells in cymru,
while clapping like a seal
in between rubbing your stomach
and patting yourself on
the head, for a kippah, akin to
manna to descend from heaven!
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC