Saturday City - FashtaA Poem by jinjahmanmergers and acquisitions - poetry style! I thought these 2 parts belonged together because each is so odd in itself and diametrically different from each other!!PART 1 I understand the depths of here
I go beserk at the idea of yesteryear
the images fade
there was something
You had the flu but we walked in a smokey winter saturday city with capes and funny hats and pints and promises and smiles and introductions. I was so proud and you were a little baffled Now I'm a little baffled at how these memories measure so well across a plaqued bed of ancient neurons; whereas I cant remember . . if it was the green or brown bin last week; but the reflection of you behind me, in the creaky car door lasts for kerbs of light years Dont call me a Neuron Blond, a phrase misogy-neur-istically spawned, For no praise. PART II If Fashta were a name I would be her brother If Fashta were a game I would win her If Fashta were terrifying I would be more afraid If Fashta was a book I would leaf through. If fathoming this you sunk then I-O-U a slam dunk For Fashionista's it is neither wordplay nor riddle but somewhere near the middle Goodbye Fashta My old imaginary friend Only I know you are so. © 2010 jinjahmanReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 3, 2010 Last Updated on November 3, 2010 AuthorjinjahmanIrelandAboutI've written songs and poems since basic maturity emerged from youth. I'm driven by reminiscence and reflection, youthful endeavours and changing realities of life. I try to explore the lexicon of th.. more..Writing
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