Tuesday, August 30, 2011

We skipped the light

We skipped the light.
Fandango turned cartwheels. Meanwhile,
we skipped the light
and turned a paler shade of white.
The ceiling blew away a mile.
We hummed, and with a drunken smile,
we skipped the light.

a rondelet imagined and rearranged from the lyrics to "A Whiter Shade of Pale" (which have always fascinated me), and placed in the imaginary garden with real toads