{"id":129832,"date":"2023-09-02T12:31:51","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:31:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129832"},"modified":"2023-09-02T12:31:51","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T16:31:51","slug":"discombobulated-hour-3","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/discombobulated-hour-3\/","title":{"rendered":"Discombobulated – Hour 3"},"content":{"rendered":"

Life is a highway. Time is a river. Got the idea? Climb on!<\/p>\n

Elephants can fly (somewhere)<\/p>\n

We smell rain and something rotten in Denmark.<\/p>\n

We touch a nerve and embrace the wind.<\/p>\n

We see an ant and feel its bite.<\/p>\n

We taste love when the season turns to spring.<\/p>\n

I hear Beethoven and see the revolutions of wheels in his motifs.<\/p>\n

Abraham loved to drive down to Ein Gedi.<\/p>\n

And elephants can\u2019t really fly anywhere.<\/p>\n

But if they could, they would probably love to visit the Alta Plana Desert.<\/p>\n

Not.<\/p>\n

Everyone in the room hated the new Bond movie, so it must be bad.<\/p>\n

\u201cSay, who dat dar? Whar is you? Slap ma cat silly ef I didn\u2019 hear sumf\u2019n.\u201d<\/p>\n

The lacey shoulders of hope.<\/p>\n

Fruit flies like a banana. Time flies like an arrow.<\/p>\n

No way I\u2019d ever tell my Mama, but I smoked a cigarette in her closet sitting under her pink satin dress when I was 10.<\/p>\n

He called her \u201cKatie-poo\u201d, and she came running with a grin<\/p>\n

The storm clouds will rise and blacken the skies in symbols only the devil can read.<\/p>\n

Holy nonsense.<\/p>\n

The sandstone shapes stand silently in the moody dusk, orange and brown like giant muffins waiting to dance.<\/p>\n

Honi soit qui mal y pense<\/p>\n

The stones shrugged, then lumbered to their feet and began a slow, sad waltz.<\/p>\n

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