Jeannette L Beebout
Random Detail Poem
Random Detail Poem
I push my pointer finger down on
the resistant aerosol nozzle until
the intoxicating and specific
scent and color releases. The paint can
was discovered sitting atop a
dusty wooden counter in the garage.
It was cold, that lonely kind of cold and
dim, but I could still make out the shape of
a vintage can opener to the left
of the rattle can. I could also see
a bendable straw. Abhiskek warned me
about putting the two together
like a long silly string and tin can to
create an old school telephone.
Obama’s campaign worked hard to stop the
Hawaiians from kicking the sand bucket.
At least we weren’t feasting on crumbs of a
cake for dessert or snorting lines from the
chalkboard, right? I wanna be higher
than a kite, better feeling than a
mermaid meeting her prince charming,
or the brilliant King Henry IIIV in Atlantis.
Whatever. So I won’t smell the light
rouse of the paint, but I will lick icicles
and play my cello in Rome… Ancient Rome
some day. I am sad that I will never
meet a historical figure there though.
You know, one from the 18 Century. However,
I do know one hero. She’s my kitten.
She gets feisty when I forget to feed her food.
Someday I also hope to find a big bucket of gold
beneath the rainbow sprinkler
to pay off the IRS.
the resistant aerosol nozzle until
the intoxicating and specific
scent and color releases. The paint can
was discovered sitting atop a
dusty wooden counter in the garage.
It was cold, that lonely kind of cold and
dim, but I could still make out the shape of
a vintage can opener to the left
of the rattle can. I could also see
a bendable straw. Abhiskek warned me
about putting the two together
like a long silly string and tin can to
create an old school telephone.
Obama’s campaign worked hard to stop the
Hawaiians from kicking the sand bucket.
At least we weren’t feasting on crumbs of a
cake for dessert or snorting lines from the
chalkboard, right? I wanna be higher
than a kite, better feeling than a
mermaid meeting her prince charming,
or the brilliant King Henry IIIV in Atlantis.
Whatever. So I won’t smell the light
rouse of the paint, but I will lick icicles
and play my cello in Rome… Ancient Rome
some day. I am sad that I will never
meet a historical figure there though.
You know, one from the 18 Century. However,
I do know one hero. She’s my kitten.
She gets feisty when I forget to feed her food.
Someday I also hope to find a big bucket of gold
beneath the rainbow sprinkler
to pay off the IRS.
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