One of the coolest things I was given at xmas was a couple of sets of fridge magnet poetry – words to compose with while I drink milk sraight from the carton. Breakfasting from the fridge, no appliances or tools required – that’s why humans evolved fingers…
Here’s a couple of works – the first by Marica, the second by me in an adbusters moment, the third, a thought for the day…
[ scent ] [ shall ] [ ricochet ] [ across ] [ the ] [ cloud ]
[ come ]
[ lick ]
[ love ]
[ from ]
[ my ]
[ concrete ]
[ television ]
[ commercial ]
[ thrill ]
[ order ] [ today ]
[ is ] [ yesterday ] [ s ] [ chaos ]
[ gone ] [ stale ]
The reason for the extra fridge opening and closing today is that it’s Marica’s father’s (Mate) 80th birthday. He doesn’t look or act 80 – he’s spry. Now that’s something to aspire to…
Happy birthday Mate!
