A snail mail letter
From a faraway friend
Or from the e-mail
To be readout by a friend
A letter can be cheerful
Making you feel good
A letter can be sad
Making you cry out
A letter read from a far
away friend
Always seems they are
near
Categories:
readout, writing,
Form: Free verse
Fiery I canst me be a man of the 50 feet spacecraft, he ask is he or rampant bugger me skipper
Ask not oh mister jakin, weep not sir Abercrombie here where does it go
I go the star, is like cement mixer weep it is straight upward hocus pocus
Adrenalin it does fortuitous me cowards mutineers you astronaut
Digital readout stop for a whiskey and cola placade the ship a garage get drunk
Plan is we show the radius ROAD, IS OVERRANG FAM IS HOT THERE THE INDUCER WE ROCKET IT
A poodle coming up for us, let it he enjoy the anti darkness matter
Weep itblane I courage you ask is the millgrind it cannot be awesome ere eat the morsel
While wwe figure out what to do with you, blame us is the tyrant toseie the stars had to takenhome
We pass passagewewayintotimme,wesoughtyouwriteabook,beeristrinketstoomuch
Wearguewewishdesignoneofthesewewish,wecoolthe fans in seawaterhadtocooperate
Weusedthe localindians we ask not bugger hitarockthegentilesa llofmeat a time
Reed vavle we argue we dried the ship out as the strategicaircommand laughed we waved another missile
We are in spacetime 60,ooo ligh years needs make you pass o’ home Beatrice ray gun hey
Categories:
readout, addiction, adventure, america, angel,
Form: Burlesque
Just had to buy a new battery
For my seven year old beat up jalopy
Actually I'm exaggerating just a little
As cars go it's a very fine copy
A four door sedan with all the extras
And a dashboard readout to die for
Numbers as big as all get out
Couldn't really ask for much more
But sure can't fool police officers
Saying you didn't notice your speed
"If you've trouble reading those big numbers
Blindness is what you should plead"
Aside from that, the time has come
Maybe a Porsche or even a Rolls Royce
More likely a stylish Mini Cooper
Will most likely be my first choice
Nice dream, silly boy, now back to reality
You're not a teenager any more
Better grow up, stop living in the past
Grim Reaper's knocking at the door!
© Jack Ellison 2014
Categories:
readout, memory,
Form: Narrative