With white Mickey Mouse hands, I disguise my touch along your railroad bones.
If you feel a little goofy, ginned up, off-balance,
it's because I'm directing traffic inside your ears--
cartoon buses with walking tires jive to Cab Calloway,
on a highway where I goon the intersection with my Mickey Mouse hands--
One finger for stop,
one for go,
and one for vo vo dee oh doe.
This is so much fun! Love that second stanza.
ReplyDeleteThat's a sort of white glove treatment for sure!
ReplyDeleterailroad bones. what a killer turn ~
ReplyDeleteOoooh feisty!!
ReplyDeleteI like this, especially "goon" as a verb :)
ReplyDeleteShay--Cab Calloway was the perfect guy to slip into this piece.
ReplyDeleteyour fun did touch me! walking tires! yay cartoons!
ReplyDeleteOnly you could write this and make it work--and not just work, fly out of the park. Every image is sharp and makes its prickly, yet oddly loving point. A favorite as soon as read.
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is perfect I can see it all!
ReplyDeleteKind regards
Anna :o]
Love how that last line reads. :)
ReplyDeleteLove your fingernails rag
ReplyDeleteSay what? la la mosk
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