Uut, oh it's magic.

I once saw an uut walking down the street or should I say Posted up, I walk by and ask a pimp...

What's uut man? 

My snake tipped toes and iceberg froze fade languish in the shade. Tell a mother how her bush should bloom, Gathered all the rose peddles and released them to the desert air, when I rise, Pillsbury dew drops tip tap clatter back. I already know what love is. Hearts tide to a shoe string. You can call me Duncan. They call me South of no North. My gift of gab was extrapolated from Teddy Ruxpin's jugular and drug through a Chinese sweatshop. I hung my cords out on the line. They hardened into a sharp blade used for doe hunting. See sun, Try ice skating uphill without breaking a sweat. Pull the plug from the speaker steal the mic and jet. Will mount Olympus fraction my fold? Nevermore, well, maybe once but, I'm so straight and narrow their knees are like maze portals to me. Take a swig from this medication station. Don't stay to long or you may like what you have become too me. No worries; but uhmm; WHAT'S UUT? Uut, oh it's magic.

Author's Note

Too cool for uut school.
"Pull the plug..." - Microphone Fiend by Eric B. & Rakim.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Very nice use of words.
"Take a swig from the medication station. Don't stay to long or you may like what you have become too me. No worries; Uut, oh it's magic."
Photos and words. A wonderful journey. I did like the ending. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

[wordman]

this is a crazy ,great write,thoroughly enjoyed

[Sethnicity]

Thanks Wordman! I'm helping push for the Uut Poetry movement.

[wordman]

good for you,your welcome