tactical rainbows
a fresco to p a i n t
red berets, blue berets
rainbows are tactic
F R E E
Madiba and Fidel play
chess upstairs
glass goblets t
ink
LING
then they s
a
M
b
A
sea of Love
w i d e n
a space upon the s
H
or
e
where van Riebeeck too
saw colours
G A L O R E
when red and blue melts
into purple
tactics become tick-tack-toe
in
a furnace where
rainbows laugh
Zzzzzzzz~
There once was a young tiger named Roar
this bold greeting he gave to Eeyore...
"Hey you, shove out the way;
I got no taste for gray."
With one swift kick, donkey mopped the floor.
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
He’s seen himself
twice
in four days.
Moving mineral from mythic,
I present to you one invisible goddamned man.
A wheel-spinning spirit, efforts of the dervish are occasionally futile. Over the maelstrom’s edge, he gets but occasional peeks.
They call it ideation, and it’s enough to take your wallet and keys.
Once released, the dance with the Taurus resumes.
“Look at yourself. Look at yourself in the mirror!” the juggernaut fumes.
He’s seen himself
twice
in four days
Galactic race tactic was to avoid lactic acid
Build-up in muscles of space rowers seeded
Second in race around Milky Way star stud
In spacecraft flyers, human driven and blasted.
The crew of eight females well chosen and trained
For the galactic bathtub derby in space powered
By oars that warped space time when pulled,
By rowers in spacesuits with ropes on benches tied.
After the seventh star in the galaxy course was rounded.
Exhaustion set in, lactate built up, and muscles seized.
Rowers in agony, faces contorted in pain, panicked.
But then, they remembered their tactic and screamed.
"Drawdown now, we need that milk delivered."
Sound-tripped taps opened, milk from backpacks flowed,
Providing the last surge of power to win, with finish line crossed.
Galactic Milky Way race won, by tactical drawdown of milk lactated.
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