Tonight, I cobble together scribbles of words ~
Scriboetry.
I scrabble and grumble
scroot and scrooze until
I sweat it out and dance
RAPOETRY.
Word cuberty tossed
and torn from the page
like fresh garden greens
in a salad mixed with VITABILITY!
suddenly
tastes of hootery –
“a good time story.”
Why?????
because I can…
it’s my bluejo.
ag ~ July 2015