Crash, Rattle and Roll.July 6, 2008 at 5:32 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 13 Comments
Tags: poetry, writing, Zeus
Crash looked down at the little marble, kinda tiny he thought, but we might be able to trade. Rattle was lining it up with his usual avaricousness, blue and green, he thought, cool. And Roll let go of a slow sigh, it sure is beautiful, thought Roll, but I doubt it will ever be mine.
The ocean is licking my toes hoho’s the hearty pirate looking up at the stars. Now if I follow Roll til we run into Rattle and Crash somewhere there a map might be stashed in a cranny or nook and by hook or by crook,
Sometimes the tide turns of itself and the stars rotate in the sky, crash rattle and roll, some thunderstorm and bam there’s you and i,