The idea bandit comes undone
I saw you steal my words and run
Heading off at a lick
Across the open page
And up the steep incline of that tricky metaphor
You thought your footing was sure
Didn’t see I hadn’t quite finished constructing that last line
I’d polished the one before it, though
So I watched in quiet satisfaction
As you slipped warbling off the end of onomatopoeic
And crashed squealing through the stanza below
Even from here I could see you’d busted your cadence
And torn your thesaurus
No harm to your dignity, though
You never had any to begin with.
©2016
I enjoyed your twisty poem. Also the video is fun. “Pale Rider” is my favorite Western — great Hero and Trickster icon. Thanks!
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I’m glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
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