Hearing Voices

[mfwilkie]

Is it
my wild blue hair, or my argyled-patterned rump
slash ass chosen to contrast the measured
lengthes of excess I've been crowned with that
leaves me outside the rims of hero worship?

Catch someone's ear and lead them to my
uniqueness, my particular spot on the shelf;
let them know I'll trade a tail for a tale. One
line, even—one monostich that I can prance
about.

There are no epic expectations in this fiber-
filled heart, just one dream to manage.

[LynnDoiron]

I think this must be about my argyle ass, right? or, in response to my red horse with the white star? or, my vanity just run amok to think you'd be inclined to respond to one of my fiber-filled poems with this much prancing . . . thanks, mugs.

[mfwilkie]

This is indeed about the blue-maned wonder, chicky, but not a response to the red white-hearted horse.

That's part of my history.

Mugs

[Ken_Nye]

Mag, I don't know whose argyle arse you are talking about or how a horse works in to this, but I love this piece you put together. The first line hooked me, the tone is semi-comic, and the sense of hyperbolic insult great. I didn't really have the slightest idea what you are talking about, but I love it.

Ken

[LynnDoiron]

I have read this again with what I know of this argyle tamped down, as if I didn't know, and have found the same sort of loving it as Ken did in above statement. I really, I really like the end lines, the one dream to manage. Tricky, those one dreams. Tricky to manage.