Hangover Poem 23 (Return of Darkman)

[mnaz]

"Borrowed" from another cyber poet out there..
Apologies in advance...

#23):

Hung upside down by his knees,
out on some transmission tower, moot.
See the whites of clouds before they shoot.
Darkman is one tower short of a desert.

Drama Lama landau, Dalai dali dali.
Rechannel flannel vinyl de-vinyl final.
De-eliminate liquefy liquid liquid statuesque.
Liquid, my god it's all liquid.

Ten thousand volts.
Crackle 'n sway.

Anyway Darkman unwinds,
watches the inverted fusion planet,
strummin' a hum, mappin' its atoms,
and muses, "a beer would be good now",
except he's upside down and it's not October.

Mainly, Darkman is late for work.
And conversely.

[mnaz]

Ok that's it! I need to swear off "poetry" for a while...

[Doreen Peri]

why? this is great... i like it lots!

cool plays on words... language is fun

[mnaz]

Thanks Doreen. It was an upside-down day. The images came naturally.

[SmileGRL]

i love the first 3 lines and the "except he's upside down and it's not october" reason for not having a beer...heh