Twisty Tim Burton Trees…
Yes, I know I’m nearly a week late – but I really haven’t had the chance up to know to be a Completist and put the last couple of NaPoWriMo efforts up.
Here’s my 20-line poem in which I’ve done most of the things the prompt demanded…And was having a very flat day, as demonstrated by the rather bleak imagery.
It being the end of the month last week, I was running low on inspiration and so outsourced some of it to Facebook, as well as to the rather fun Brainstormer iPhone app, which randomly combines elements to give you some ideas…Worth a look – I like the animal creator a great deal.
Today will be an oil tanker named Conviction,
covered in twisted Tim Burton trees.
Come and sit with me here, on the sixth
branch of this charred pine. You’ll see
for centimetres as the air-freshener
fumes soak into your skin, wash
beneath your tongue, rapping slicks
of black silk around the spectacle
of your mind’s eye. We’ll suck all the
plankton from the sea with a novelty
moustache straw, so they can’t complain about
whales anymore. Sing in Bulgarian:
“Rain, rain, go away, come again another day.”
Flick the Furry Dice of Failure so far they’ll become
two new moons. We will make this orchard
a home where only Yesterdays
are grown, in compost that whispers:
Aqui no es el problema. Today
still has shards of champagne
lodged around its name.