January 17th, 2020

Babelfishing Poetry: "We Are The Engine And The Body"

Babelfishing Poetry: "We Are The Engine And The Body"

Hello!  And how are you today?  Good?  Yes?  No?  In-between?  So-so?  Comme ci, comme ça?  A little iffy?  Rather not say? Keeping it a secret? It's a mystery?  Being coy about it?  Can't decide?  Have to think about it a little longer?  Wanting to hedge your bets? Need to consult with someone about it? None of the above? All of the above?  Well, no matter how good, bad or indifferent you are feeling, it's time for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, change the punctuation up a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's the Foo Fighters' "I Am A River" (listen to song here).  Enjoy. 

We Are The Engine And The Body

Miss Terry;
Soho doors.

No, I am; why do you want

but yeoman patchy water,
then walks on the beach.

What is it?

The Tao of change; rather than swear by it,
We are the engine and the body.

I am learning the value of all the
cool burn.
This is the old coal burning.

a length of your life.

the subterranean River.

what is it?
What is this, the man we want to be accurate?

I'm back in the day-stage.