Hello! Another Friday, here at last! Let's enjoy some Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, massage the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Iconic folk-rock duo Simon & Garfunkel bring us this week's feature, "The Dangling Conversation" (listen to song here). Enjoy.
Like A Bullet On The Beach
It was a quiet color during the day.
The sun is shiny.
In the dark, the middle part of the house is cleaned.
We are drinking coffee there.
We encourage anyone private,
like a bullet on the beach.
The Poenzyri Sea could be a great ocean voice.
Upper respiratory tract,
like the boundaries of private life.
About Emily Diquinson,
with Robert Frosto,
we have included bookmarked sites.
This is what you lose:
like poor hair,
our hair is lost.
To communicate with rhythm,
and by establishing a dialogue.
Yes, talk about important anecdotes,
"What about the analysis of the other side?"
"Did the game die?"
The hustle and bustle are cold and cold.
I feel like a childish shadow.
I don't feel your hand.
This is amazing to play.
Upper ramp, while living in Japan.