Saturday, December 13, 2008

For Patti

So as I was walking through the wooded glen of ficus trees the ancient turtle saw the kings trident running away from the cabin.  The fish swam with jubilance as the lily flew through the joint room of happy gofers eating key lime pie.  The swamp was filled with reds and green no this was not a dream. Tiger said hey fairy godmother and the sheep made clothes with its wool.  the tropical island plant dropped the ball as the monkey plucked the river full of cherry trees.  The honest thomas read his poem as the firefly skipped over the meadow of fear.  The trojan ran threw the sewer with ocean front property in idaho screaming his name.  the fear of the flannel t-shirt yelled as the door opened to the master of blubber making.  the aunt read the snowmans will as the sun settled across the field.  I ran to the bark as the rainman sang his tune of love and vomit.  The wind blew her hair.  floor access. fanatics. Then the story goes the man on the tricycle ate the moth and the chimney had a tea party as the roman soldier fell from the ironclad horse.  The dog whispered to the tool man and the the honey bee stung the elephant in the ear.  Then the door swung open for all to hear.  I joke as i poke i poke as i joke.  run.   fervent. tigers. story. the grade point average was there.  then the lion danced on the stage as the door flew in the allay.  the airplane took a flight.  elephantitis. joker. block. reverse. then the ghost of thanksgiving ate the turkey but did not eat cranberry  sauce which is a no no in the ghost world so casper whooped him.  the sandlot kids lost that ball? so what it is a ball.  Then the onion ring squirted out hot oil and it got in my eye.  

3 comments:

Jean said...

This would have to be for Patti because I have no idea what you are talking about...hahaha

Anonymous said...

That is .......... so Patti!

Mikelene said...

Stream-of-consciousness writing?? hmm....