Tickle Me Cookies
2. Apr. 1998
More than not the feelings are evoked and yoked
Into this wonderful surprise
Naked and tending the row of planted
Gardens that the mind has given,
Elven tempers are there
Whatever they may be and it is not important
Anymore a constant reminder of this,
Skin is all over the place
Look at the bovines copulating!
Look at them looking at us,
More than not the feelings are created masterpieces of
Deception from Within’s hindsight
Into this they are running the day like a bad watch
Growing the hand of the clock like sundial-daises,
Riddles of the Stinks
The river Styx
Got to get me a fix
On the tricks
With Blitz and Beaver and Mo Daddy Cleaver
Meat and the Rhyme
Go to have a good time
In the signs you are looking
For what was cooking
Reminds me of you –
Dirty minded fetish kicked in the head good luck fella’
Nice to know you were part of the Yella’-war of 1312 B.C.
I seen you flying that tahini cat-nip flier canker sore
And it don’t hurt, do it?
You already been through it singin’
And banging out masterbatory auto erosticker-me boundaries
Of further than the Grateful Puss rock banjo,
You God-Damn right!
|Tickle Me Cookies - Alex Nuttall|
There is a rhythm in everything thing we say. It's how we know our natural grammar is correct. In the United States we have hundreds of vernaculars that are hidden beneath satellite dishes, cellphones, cable subscriptions and air broadcasts. In essence our English is spans oceans and continents. Greater than that is the language of mankind constantly in development.
"Tickle Me Cookies", by Alexander B. Nuttall is a word building. It is a word painting. Nothing fantastic here except a little sweet break from our regular cadence.
Poetry by Alex Nuttall, title: Tickle Me Cookies, Original Date: 19980402 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1998 – 2018 – Retro-published 20171228.
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