Idiosyncratic-peculiar
Idiosyncratic
Static
Radio
Ruffle
Truffle
Snuffle
Plick-plack
Plink,
Taking a drink,
Stroll on the streets,
Lollygagin’
High five left hangin’
Smack
Track
Runnin’
Feet slap slap slap
The pavement,
Boom
Bang
Let’s go gang,
Headin’ of to Hollywood,
Neon
Tubercular Lights
Chemical Green,
Carbonated Pink,
Pop Purple,
Flash, flash, flash,
Each step beatin’
In rhythm
I like the language,
I like the sound of words,
How they crack and sizzle
And drizzle, drizzle, drizzle,
Drip, drip,
SPLAT
On the concrete
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3 comments:
I like the pace of this one, the rhythm, especially at the end-- the "crack," "sizzle," and "drizzle, drizzle, drizzle." "Lollygagin" and "high five left hangin'"-- how fun to say. But where have you ever heard of tubercular lights? Peculiar girl, brimming with words, I love how you let them spill.
What a fun poem Micaela! :) It was refreshing to read during these long, cold, slow winter days...
Sara
Micaela... falling in love with the sounds and arrangements of words is such spjazzilyn fun.
I love you.
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