Offer a Pome to the Four Winds
If you will, use this image as inspiration.
posted by Breathing at 6:59 PM
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
If you will, use this image as inspiration.
If you will, use this image as inspiration.
If you will, use this image as inspiration.
6 Comments:
i have
no pome or
poem
i never visited
the
four winds
cafe
but i think
chuck
is cool
are not four winds, the cafe, synecdoche for our alma mater?
and
are not four winds, the symbol, metonymy for our alma mater?
From four corners, breath blew in
And to the four corners exhaled
Each their own feel, taste, & sin
Passion at the center unveiled
Burned by naivete, but not height
Sore from the falls, but not broken
Pleasures not confined to the night
Crashing and melding wisdom spoken
So is the wind in my memory
So I am a memory on the wind
Not all my memories salutatory
Still they are my kin
snap, snap.
It's like I live the thug life of a ghetto poet
and ain't afraid to show it. The dough I just blow it.
Thinking 'bout the game and how I/m fittin' to sew it up
nigga fo sho though. You heard from four winds to the curb,
how my games so big, its rims got rims and toke on the herb.
So you can't spot me.
You sound like a broken muffler dragging behind an old jalopy.
While chillin in my chair, I sip on cold pina colodas
and beautiful women run they fingers through my hair.
I am without a care. I'm the 1980's Hulk Hogan while you're
a broken Rick Flair.
--and so on.
holy gods, that is funny. where your blog at?
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