Friday, March 2, 2007

Modus Operandi

I know bloggers who post poems, gush over fermented beverages, and make daily observations. But I really have no "purpose" shall we say. What I seem to do is post to other blogs, so I thought that maybe I could discuss here my posts on other peoples' blogs. But that idea seems sort of silly, but I may on occassion talk about something I saw and reprise my observations for you, dear readers.
The following is a somewhat overdramatized beer review that I posted on a friend's site.

—Porter
I.
At first I tasted the birth of a civilization
—the hope of a quenched thirst
much like the one a stone-age traveler must have experienced
while viewing the glorious walls of Jericho.

II.
Next—
a winey perfume whispered to me
as though I were an honored guest at a Moroccan bazaar
But then—
across the great landscape of my palate surged
the screaming hordes of pagan invaders.
Dark and mysterious were the roasty waves
like the blood of sacrificed criminals.

III.
Towards the end of my swoon,
as though by divine creation,
a sweetness—
(was it sweet?)
Or was it spiced cocoa gently procured by noble savages
from a far away tropical paradise.
Drink it early;
drink it often!
The path to glory is clear! Leghumper for all!

2 comments:

KevBrews said...

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AC said...

Hello, what are you doing?
A: I'm ironing my money right now.
And what is, when are you going to go to nappy?
A: I'll nap soon.
How is your family? When is your dinner?
A: Family is fine, and dinner my come at any time this afternoon.
What are you afraid of?
A: I'm afraid of rocketships crashing into my house.