Saturday, May 14, 2011

Halleluiah. Is there always a smidgeon of halleluiah in every poem?

Halleluiah being personal and not necessarily over-the-top. Perhaps more like awe.


Birthday cakes & gooey confections result in jubilant (almost auditory-messy) halleluiahs. A plate of roasted eggplant w/fresh basil, tomatoes, goat cheese, marinated olives, and roasted onions garners a savory (almost low-key) halleluiah. Customized-awe.

1 comment:

  1. give me my icing before I blow
    this joint
    I came for ale and cupcakes
    and lasses of large girth
    no dilly-dallying 'round the barrel
    dose it out and shut the door
    lest goodness seep through the air
    there's a time for substantial mourning
    and reverance for the pound
    throw me out when I get too rowdy
    it's just my youth dying to get
    out of there

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