November 1st, 2019

Babelfishing Poetry: "Donkeys In The Engine Room"

Babelfishing Poetry: "Donkeys In The Engine Room"

Hello, lovely to see you, so glad you've popped by my unpretentious little blog (are you surprised I'm still blogging and haven't made the move to Tumblr or Instagram yet? So am I! I guess I'm just old skool!). Hope you had a happy Halloween.  While you are enjoying any leftover candy, let's enjoy some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, poke and prod the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week's song, chosen at random, is the Grateful Dead's "Estimated Prophet" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

Donkeys In The Engine Room

Each day is not the time to come, no.
Don't worry, I am not a few of the many that come to what they had taught.
Slowly but surely, every day like the rest of the time it is found.
But he came to talk to me about things; I think he directed the Big Bang.

No, not as accomplished. No, no, don't worry about it; I am.
Where is the or?
I don't know, but he soon.

California. Fire prophet.
California. Gold and hammer.
Like angels, but the window.
And shining heaven and Earth so long, you know.

Why do you want to sleep? I am, I believe.
The voice and I had to see you.
The beach and the sea, and donkeys in the engine room.
Kronos! Heaven and Earth! Wheel fire!

It has all the road years ago, and with honor we followed this road, central, Lowell,
sharp with a bleeding!
Talking rain, Kronos, Heaven and Earth with fire,
when both were cast road and the popular name years ago, large, strong, and with honor.