Screaming Grey Cloud, Or: My Indian Name (Known In Some Places As A Native-American Name)
grey whir
empty-belly lucidity
screaming cloud
For her latest album, Fiona Apple had a 90 word allegorical poem about chess or something.
Yeah… it got shortened to “when the pawn” when referred to. If I remembered what the whole thing was I’d type it out… wait, lemme do a check to see if I can find it online.
*When The Pawn Hits the Conflicts He Thinks Like A King What He Knows Throws the Blows When He Goes to the Fight and He’ll Win The Whole Thing 'Fore He Enters the Ring There’s No Body to batter When Your Mind Is Your Might So When You Go Solo, You Hold Your Own Hand And Remember That Depth Is The Greatest Of Heights And If You Know Where You Stand, Then You Know Where To Land And If You Fall It Won’t Matter, Cuz You’ll Know That You’re Right *
Google is a wonderful thing.
From the great Ogden Nash:
A muse upon the sudden attempt at communication between a wild feline and a human.
If you get called by a panther,
Dont anther.
Paraphrased from grade school:
“The World’s Shortest War Poem Ever, by Bricker”
This war
is a bore