Thursday, March 15, 2007

‘Tis Marshly Voravé

‘Tis Marshly Voravé

Muskrim and pelgrave, we dwimble…
Farthing bare for soot so afoot,
Flash sodden! Crash noggin!
Twit! Twit! Twit!

Paramour and belgrade, we gimble…
Nonce put earthling rare agog,
Cinch plodden! Brash scoggin!
Nit! Nit! Nit!

Plethora rare and bodkin’s sweet hare,
Ambience miffed only to pout,
Gregory loggin’, Marbury doggin’!
Phit! Phat! Phut!


Karen said...

Uuumm, Bob? A little e e cummingsish, perhaps?


Bubba said...

e.e. Cummings... e.e. Cummings... hmmmm... Yes, I can see how the comparison could be made-- if you remove all Cummings' amazingly crafted, ahead-of-his-time honesty and replace it with gibberish, and read it after a fortnight of drug-induced debauchery, my poem could possibly be mistaken for Cummings' work. :)

Seriously, in the sense that Cummings sometimes employed rapid-fire, stream-of-consciousness observation, I can see a slight connection. Actually, the poem is an experiment in 'consciousness'... I was trying to see if the 'sound' of the words could bring about an association of mood with words that either had no meaning at all or no meaning in the context of the poem. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment...

Diane said...

Mr. Carroll would have included a corkscrew, but you've got everything else!

Gregory loggin’, Marbury doggin’!--I really like that.

Bubba said...

Ha! A corkscrew... yes... delicious irony. If only I were able to still enjoy the pleasures of the grape.

Even as I write this I can feel the tremors created by both Mr. Carroll and Mr.Cummings rolling over in their respective graves. Obviously, there's no way to prove it, but I'd be willing to bet everything I own that neither esteemed writer would be flattered by having his work associated with my 'effort'. Still, it is enjoyable to experiment. Thanks for your thoughts.