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Crazy Concoctions

There’s a softness to prickly bristle

when it’s pickled in vinegary brine

there’s a dog’s bark that follows a whistle

where the turf and the earth combine

 

There’s an egg that floats high on the water

like an ark with the world closed inside

and in every mile and a quarter

there’s more than ten furlongs to ride

 

There’s a morning as dark as a tar brush

there’s an ant with an elephants tusk

there are tugs that pull liners from harbors

there are rats who smell strongly of musk

 

But of all the world’s strange combinations

baked Alasks’s the surprising extreme

those boiling cold ice cream sensations

when you can’t tell your laugh from your scream

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© Johnmichael Simon

2007

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