the blockade

[the mingo]

just megaton my heart, Baby,
deadbolt my orca
embezzle my backwater eightball breakaway
determine the level of my enchantment
and just let it rip
i mean deckhand my backfield
& aftermath my antenna with your
belowground baboon autopsies
I am pure drainage - crowfooted with a stopwatch armistice
your a drifter dropper I well know
and anal when it comes to speed but
if I disable your dashboard
your cubic crusade will crumble
from Athens to Babylon and
there will be no erasing the headwaters
of this exodus from the pages of history
no matter how much gadgetry
you bring to the frontier
are you fallout proof ?
a woman of your frequencies ?
I think not - and listen to this
we could be booksellers on the borderline
berserk with buttermilk & heavy cream
shunning tattoos & believing in
the bluebirds embroidered on our collars
who become bewitched with our attempt
of running the blockade
of Camelot

[dadio]

Fine poem.

[SadLuckDame]

ha ha!
You're a fun guy, mingo.

[the mingo]

Thx, Terry

[the mingo]

Thx Doll, if ya can't have some fun with it, if ya can't get some entertainment out of it - if ya can't play & get others to join in, then what the hell is the point?

[creativesoul]

point well taken- aloha

[mindbum]

bravo sir. always good to read a poem by ye.