Appearently, it's National Poetry Month -- as good an excuse as any to usher myself back into the writing habit. So, without any excuses or further adieu.....
Amidst the slurs and dribble,
mentholated smoke,
scribbles,
songs, and sour mashes,
survived by our whimsy,
we,
the reckless,
disconcerted,
connoisseurs of the cool and contemptible,
claim our birth right – to live and die blue ribbon lives.
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Now it's your turn! As a prompt, here are five items one might find at an auction -- include them in a poem: Flintlock Pistol, Houdini's teeth, pinball machine, (deed to) an industrial complex, silver rings.
Meh. That's all I've got for today. Even if you opt not to use this prompt I could use a five item suggestion in turn (it's not as interesting picking the items myself.)