O Oh

A confusion of nouns, half-eaten 

flock of nuns, penguins 

scattered about the moth I call 

a mind. In this room 

there are many shelves but more than a few 

empty spaces yet to fill. Places 

I’ve left, not yet gotten round to. 

My head a cabbage patch 

doll of voodoo incantations 

shanties, stumps of rhyme 

for seas I’ve yet to see, rows and roams 

through mysteries of novel thoughts

prescriptions to ward off the world’s evil

spirit monsters gobbling up my Oreos.

Octavio Ogden Ödön … old friends filed 

first names only. Reading for Oscar. 

Ken e Bujold

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Really creative and such fun Ken.
Spirit monsters gobbling up my Oreos. How I smiled at that and your
my head a cabbage patch doll of voodoo incantations:) I found those dolls so damn creepy. Great stuff. So entertaining Ken.

Chris

[Lisasview]

Hi Ken,
I loved all of your words.. I found them so so interesting.
I think these are my most favourite..
In this room
there are many shelves but more than a few
empty spaces yet to fill. Places
I’ve left, not yet gotten round to.
My head a cabbage patch
doll of voodoo incantations
shanties, stumps of rhyme
for seas I’ve yet to see, rows and roams
through mysteries of novel thoughts
Clever...oh yes Ken, you are quite clever with your thoughts.
So, I just want to say I loved this...seems quite a bit different from most of your other work..
Lisa, in Spain

[1809 Black Plague Decem..]

Hellos, Dear, Ken e Bujold,
I like the part of
flock of nuns, penguins
scattered about the moth I call
Nuns are a sight just like flocks,
my mind renders to your imagination,
----1809 Black Plague December

[Ken e Bujold]

thanks for stopping by BP

[1809 Black Plague December]

most welcome, dear,

[W. Barrett Munn]

I see it is an Ashbery Wednesday, and forgiveness is still far away. This makes me think of those times when I sit trying to find the string that unravels the thoughts in my mind into coherent thought that then leads to a poem.

Winston

[emmajoygreen]

This for me is an adventure into an unknown mind out on a spree; an expanse of small happenings that almost but not quite meld! ' My head a cabbage patch oll of voodoo incantations - shanties, stumps of rhyme ..'

A strongly visual dance of letters that near match without confusion but - intriguing.

[willweb]

You had me at "Cabbage Patch doll of voodoo incantations"
This one had me bouncing and excited to see what the next line would bring. Nothing ordinary about your work. Really cool Ken.