I've got to stop making these updates so late. Dx I swear to god this was written on Saturday. </3 Roadkill and I decided to try a poetry exercise together, and it was fun. :BB So here is the result of my attempt.
Round Six
old man moon churns the sky into froth
snaps his beard and rolls his eyes westward ("ku fu fu" wink
while one yao jiu tile stomps over his fingers
my bleached shells and lapis rings flung up
(colours sucked dry by green-gold elephants)
slam the watch hands to a stop and
beeswax the moon
when Ganesh goes bowling they all howl cheat cheat-
he uses four hands clap for victory
jeweled combs are for people with more hair than I
have star tubes fulla coins crash in the night time
____JONG IE NARA
lanes open from 9:00 to midnight
so he throws down the moon
for a strike every time.
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