"yackety" poems
old telegraph road
_clickety-clack_
births, deaths and marriages
_tappity-tap_
did you hear the news?
_yackety-yak_
it is my duty to inform you...
_flippity-flop_
the pleasure of your company is requested...
_clappity-clap_
at 2:03pm (AEST) Monday, weighing 6lbs 7oz...
_drippity-drop_
old telegraph road
_yackety-yak_
eighty miles of cable
_tappity-tap_
biographies dotted and dashed
_clickety-clack_
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
slow down
something i’m not good at lately
i’d rather not
yes i’m caught
yackety ******** a paralyzing something
avalanching from mouths
(our only exercise of the day)
too hateful
to be called
wor-
the gorgeous ambiguity of oxblood
i almost forgot
my love
for discussion
but when your insides break
and people well they
can’t see internal bleeding
yes, i’m sure you can all relate like that one time you didn’t get lead and he shared his blunt with the miniskirt instead of you.
but when the air
quite literally escapes you
and you don’t have a moment to
reach out and scream from the pain fight
fight like hell for someone else’s life
stop the bleeding you can’t see
before it floods the brain
and drowns his nervous system
and you leave him
terrified
you were too late.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
Yeah yeah yeah
I will hear from you and / or / and / / / / / / with you
Jackets flung on your branches; hair awry, mussed up
I will comment about it
(I'm gonna drink spiked yackety yack)
Giggles. Jackets gone, jealousy comes
Cookie journey here and there
You are the jar-full never known half-empty
Juggling jerky perky jingles- lines ever single
(Funny Big Gag Bag of lol)
Brimming with oddities and chocolate chips
(I will kick you to where the words are satin ah huh!)
Let's comment / hey / why not.
Strike not the lizard my wizard-
Strike this book- but don't cool it from hot
For I will drink and I will dry it
I do not want it left (de)composing
Shut- obsolete and unimposing
I'm going to write with flesh and silken ties-
(And a lucky-horned side-brew
I do not like to spill on you)
So I will spoon it, sip, sip, swipe the eyes;
I will comment / I will drink it / I will try it / Will I not?
I'm going to speak like I'm an autumn leaf shrilly falling
Yelling calling to the tree of thought- of nought
Swaying in circumstance- until my voice is stalling till
"I will write it I will spill it I will shine I will I will I will!"
You are the ground I fall upon with
Each new leaf crashing each coffee still.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC