The Year slow-rolled to a stop,
at midnight the moon’s transmission
fell out with a clunk.
The poets were out of gas –
no roar in their coffee,
no boom-boom love in their pens.
The return of the sun and inspiration
a dreambillion lightyears
away.
Quadrille for dVerse
qbit 
Oh, man. I thought this was gonna be my favorite line:
“the moon’s transmission
fell out with a clunk.”
And then I arrived here:
“no roar in their coffee,
no boom-boom love in their pens.”
Such incredible word choices, as always. LOVE.
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Ahahaha! Thanks!! I was hoping that *then* you would say “but ‘dreambillions’ takes the prize.” Like you, I’ve just been gassed recently. Thanks for the prompt, and the Bukowski mojo to throw down a roar.
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“dreambillion” is also a winner, of course. Always a fan of weird words to describe big numbers. At our house we often say “squillion” and “scrillion.” 😉
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Great. I assume a squillion is *more* than a scrillion?
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But of course. 😉
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And a grillion is larger than both, put together. 😉
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Ha.. think we are about to find that boom-boom or hibernate ourselves into lethargy. Love it.
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I think we could all use some boom-boom love, LOL!
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Great last word – I love the whole thing from clunking old moon, through roaring coffee to those boom-boom pens and the faintest hope of spring to finally come! Bravo,
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Thanks!!
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Nice line: “no roar in their coffee”
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Thanks!
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the moons transmission is great, but i really like dreambillion
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LOL! Thanks!
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As the young girls say, “Duuuuude!” You are the real deal.
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