I hear words
in clips and phrases that will float
around inside, delicious combinations that
I delight in repeating,
tasting, playing
with.
I find them on t-shirts. On neon
signs. Spray-painted in tunnels. In one of
Ray Bradbury's stories. In bizarre
conversations. I make them up.
Crunchy Vibe
In little stitching
on the polo-shirt my bro-in-law stole from
his old roommate.
It makes me smile every time.
Rumble strip.
You know, when they scrape the pavement before
toll plazas
and on dangerous roads that
curve.
Rumblestrip.
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
SALAD BAP
Big flashing letters,
pink, green.
I checked up close in the window,
it's not like the leg of the R isn't lighting
up.
It's just not THERE.
Whippersnapper
I don't know why.
It's just super-spiffy.
madness maddening
Ray Bradbury, I think I love you.
There's more where these came from.
There is always more. I just have to keep an eye
out, an ear open.
I wonder where that comes
from, 'an eye out'.