If everything is connected then
pancakes are to Venezuela,
as butchers are to knives;
and water is to bullets
as Europe is to France.
Daffodils are continents,
then, and blue jays are
models of cars from the 60s.
And I am to you
as you are to me:
mountains, poems, cities.
I am not, as warm
is to hot, second best.
I am Alaska for breakfast
and ankles for dinner,
oldest, strongest, happiest.
I am superlatives in the
afternoon, and a song
at midnight.
I am, Picasso.
Yeah, I don't know either. I'm trying out ""absurdism"" or something.
Edit: I actually ended up titling this poem The Life of Pablo, a studio album by Kanye West. I told you - absurdism.
Edit: I actually ended up titling this poem The Life of Pablo, a studio album by Kanye West. I told you - absurdism.
I love it! Put me down for a big dose of absurdosity 😜
ReplyDeleteThis is so beautiful. It reminds me of e.e cummings
ReplyDeleteI am Alaska for breakfast / and ankles for dinner,
ReplyDeleteI love how the "K" sound flows through that line. I have a thing for words with k and l in like lake and milk etc