You put clean sodabottle lip to yours and tilt.
You send a soda cascade over your tongue
And soda froths through your throat
Sudsing, that soda, with your epiglottal pulse
The soda-fizz harder to accommodate
Till at least you end the carbonated cascade.
A few days ago I went to a multi-year high school reunion of my fellow Glendale High School alumni. We were almost all in our late 60s and early 70s. Compared to our high school selves, we were almost to a person saggy and baggy and crepey and creaky and greyish and bulky, but not sulky, rather cheerful, glad to be vertical, glad to see friends. I came away with a good feeling, a nice feeling, and somehow the lens of that evening obscurely guided my pencil and my wordstacker.
niceness
now we hoist a cup or stein
in a toast to life divine
cherishing our kin and friends
effervescence never ends
Unfortunately, when you illustrate Disarray with a text component, the text become nigh-impossible to read. That’s why I’m grateful for the annotative aspect of blogging–I can provide the text in readable format, thus:
Discussion’s fine if density goes SHEER
It helps when once-opacity turns clear
Still: bubbles effervesce in Perrier
And NOW is quickly LOST in yester-day
Does it seem random? (Note to historians of the future: in the first decade of the twenty-first century, the word “random” developed a pejorative connotation.) I’d like to point out that Disarraneous rhymes with Miscellaneous.
Why are there three Rs in my Disarrray? Just seemed right.
One with Clay, Image and Text 