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Date: 4-19-2019 12:03 AM
Subject: Babelfishing Poetry: "Makeover"
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Babelfishing Poetry: "Makeover"


Oh hi, I hope you've all been fine and well? No upsets? No disasters? No tornadoes, floods, unexpected sinkholes, avalanches, mudslides, blizzards, hailstorms, lightning strikes, hurricanes, earthquakes, wildfires, tsunamis, volcanoes, sandstorms, alien abductions, toxic spills, transit strikes, computer crashes, polar vorticies?  I hope not, I really do.  Because that would be terrible, it really would.  And we don't want that, now, do we?  So, thus, I hope you're in the mood for more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, mix up the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.

This week it's the Psychedelic Furs' 1991 song about either drug addiction or a co-dependent relationship, "Until She Comes" (watch video here).  Enjoy. 


Makeover

Makeover.
He is heard.
Yet I find that I caused my
makeover.

Long leg occurred.
I was really moved by the hand vacuum.
The conscience of those who shall be saved;
third to install wild improvisations.

Makeover.
Day and night out.
The time of day nothing grows, and
makeover.

Cannot save self-injury
on a regular basis.

Makeover.
Economy and sin.
There is no better reason to start
makeover.

Makeover.
The wild improvisations tie his hands.
"Why" does not understand the
makeover.

Makeover.
And a day,
hours, the time of day, and with all the strength, and a day.
Makeover.


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