January 2nd, 2015

Babelfishing Poetry: "Woody Strangers Turn The Dust"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Woody Strangers Turn The Dust"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Bright and breezy?  Cheeky and cheerful?  Chipper?  Top-notch?  Super-duper?  Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?  Full of sunshine?  Rarin' to go?  Full of ginger?  All of those put together?  None of the above?  No matter, because, no matter what, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, convolute the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's feature is one of my favorite songs, Mazzy Star's "Into Dust" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 

Woody Strangers Turn The Dust

Survive the falls,
then you can breathe.

listen to the third.
Two score eyes
light up lumiere(s).


Two strangers
set the dust.

But I am shaking,
and I'm afraid.
Can I do it?
Or you're welcome to operate.

I think this is winter.

Puppets like the type.
Fate, to you
and the telephone,
I find I can dust, turned to infection.

Woody strangers
turn the dust.

It's dust to them.