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Late again Blenkinsop?What's the excuse this time?Not my fault sir.Whose fault is it then?Grandma's sir.Grandma's. What did she do?
You inspired me, he says. Pretty cool, huh?
Uh, I guess.
Ms Hardwick showed me your assignment. Magnificent!
Dada has stories from Calcuttawrapped up in his big belly.When he belched they would unravel.
Bring on your shining armour, dude.I'll be your damsel in distress with attitude.
Now we're up on the edge
and over, on the mountain
with mountains beyond. Behind us,
in the dark
of the valley, villages are embers
His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
Your mother made me
just in case, she said,
which kinda freaked me out,
so I said to her,
Da Man is fine, babe.
I know you don't get it
the pleasure I feel
when I push down the pedal
the turn of the wheel
the buzz of the sander
the whirl of the drill
I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
Catfishtake catnaps on seabedsSticklebacksstick like glueTerrapinsare terrific with needlesBut what does a didgery do?