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An Appeal To Reverse Fate

The dog is dogged in chasing pigeons, his three-legged ziggedy zag a Sack Posset perfection of tongue-waggling slobberised smiling. When I was a youngster the jacaranda’s purple bruise signalled the arrival of November, exam time and a momentary sobriety. Now, because of all the boojwah cattle cars farting fumes they have bloomed and it is just October.
So here am I, in the park, with pepperment tea and a notebook, this one here where these words are, scrawling a strange sensation, like a singularity in my centre with the dog an electron planet wildly rotating sending silly birds whirring. I want to give the pigeons names but my sense of humour is so strangely inward, exclusive to various recluses, I would most probably get sued.
I must start submitting actual poems to magazines again instead of parodies in assumed names. I mean, I must stop pretending that I have submitted parodies to every Australian Literary journal (a hoax hoax) and start actually attempting to contribute to our (ahem) vibrant and honourable literary culture again. First of all though, I must brush these crushed purple blooms from my stolen heffalump pyjamas, gather that mad beast in and see if I can persuade Huehuecoyotle to remain still enough to sketch.

(cross posted at gingatao)

Comments

Anonymous said…
Just thought I would post something to get the ball rolling. I hope that's okay with everyone. Let me know if there is anything wrong with it, or suggestions for improvement. I am here primarily to learn, thanks.
Philip Hall said…
Thanks Paul. I am certain Tezcatlipoca was the good guy. I look forward to reading the peppermint flavoured poem.

Hold Huehuecoyotl still.
Philip Hall said…
We're still warming up. I notice your writing got some great feedback on your site Gingtao.
dan pearce said…
Thanks for your delightfully exotic and sparkling prose, Gingtao, just what the doctor ordered.
And nothing wrong with it at all, since you ask. A bit runic for my simple brain, perhaps, but I like a challenge...
BTW, Phil, who is Tezcatlipoca and why is he the good guy?
Philip Hall said…
Tezcatlipoca

http://xuitlacoche.blogspot.com/2009/06/on-your-feet-my-princes.html

He's the bad guy, but I think he was actually the good guy. It's not quite but almost a "Pan, pan caliban" thing.

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