Saturday City - FashtaA Poem by jinjahmanmergers and acquisitions - poetry style! I thought these 2 parts belonged together because each is so odd in itself and diametrically different from each other!!PART 1 I understand the depths of here
I go beserk at the idea of yesteryear
the images fade
there was something
You had the flu but we walked in a smokey winter saturday city with capes and funny hats and pints and promises and smiles and introductions. I was so proud and you were a little baffled Now I'm a little baffled at how these memories measure so well across a plaqued bed of ancient neurons; whereas I cant remember . . if it was the green or brown bin last week; but the reflection of you behind me, in the creaky car door lasts for kerbs of light years Dont call me a Neuron Blond, a phrase misogy-neur-istically spawned, For no praise. PART II If Fashta were a name I would be her brother If Fashta were a game I would win her If Fashta were terrifying I would be more afraid If Fashta was a book I would leaf through. If fathoming this you sunk then I-O-U a slam dunk For Fashionista's it is neither wordplay nor riddle but somewhere near the middle Goodbye Fashta My old imaginary friend Only I know you are so. © 2010 jinjahmanReviews
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