He was born in Arkansas,
grew up chasing his daddy's coon hounds
through the pine woods. He trained those dogs
himself, with a handful of Cheez-Its
spoon-fed them yogurt when they were sick.
That qualified him for a job
in customer service. He learned to talk
like a character in an old British movie--
a technician from Bletchley Park, one of Turing's lot
who cracked the Nazi ciphers, laying bare
the U-boat routes and telling the public
it was all done with radars.
He sounds so polished.
He hasn't touched a dog in years.
It's all done
with radars.
--another word salad poem
Collection available! Knocking from Inside
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Helpdesk Maven
Labels:
free verse,
poetry,
wordpower
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