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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Fortune Cookies



On this 21st day of NaPoWriMo, we are challenged to write Lines For the Fortune Cookies ala Frank O'Hara


If at first you don’t succeed, then you have failed.

That thing on your neck is getting bigger.

Did you see that?

The waiter thoroughly dislikes you.

When was your last blood pressure check?

Every sunrise is a new beginning unless you’re Bill Murray in Groundhog’s Day.

Your lucky number is 37,568, 321

You will soon see a mysterious stranger who will totally ignore you.

You are not really who you think you are.

People know that you are wearing a hairpiece.

You need a stronger deodorant.

Sometime tomorrow you will step in chewing gum.

That wasn’t chicken.

Where there’s a will, there’s a dead person.

If all good things must come to an end, is infinity bad?

3 comments:

Fireblossom said...

I'm having Italian!

Mama Zen said...

"Where there's a will, there's a dead person."

That is just too awesome!

Mynx said...

Very funny
You are so clever