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Theater of Da-Da


Da-Da
the world blows and rocks the wind

Ga-ga
the blunder man Gods and the evil man spins

Ha-ha
sighing the sun fails into the vortex of the horizon
crowing the moon slides into my locket-pocket

Whoa-ho
the sixth trumpet blares backwards and beckons
Hell's hounds to sit

How-now
a bucket full o' bull-rushings
why do you bray at the sound
of nonsense...

So-ho, what is this rumbling
blood gushing of words

a Theater of Da-Da
Absurd?



Copyright March 15 2015 All Rights Are Reserved By This Author
Melissa A Howells and co-Author Buddy Bee Anthony
All poetry/prose/rants/ideas are the legal property of these Writers

Re-edited March 16th 2015






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