“blue hoof ice –
the kick of frozen air –
stepping outside
breathtaking me
for a ride”
– qbit
bobbleheaded blue breaker
bray into the blue blue blue blue
blue maker, blue taker
haymaker, rain slaker, name saker
cawing like a horse-crow
yawing like this raven knows to
saddle up your win, for the
floor fight raven-ation and its
food biters, Foo Fighters
flightline sighttime nightrhyme
signal towers, wedding bowers, Croesus flowers
slow rolled into morning
in barney stones, blarney homes
floors were made for falling
there goes the topple-ganger neighborhood
arch-top flat-top baby baby
fabled barking nonstop harking into blue
blue
into blue
into starkly raving madly craving
rinny tin tin tin tin tin tin tin
saving into blue
into blue
into blue
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qbit 
A Howl for the 2020s! “I saw a generation masked and armed with Lysol….”
Randall, this is either freaking brilliant or… Or! Or you need to get voted off the island. It ties the tongue, ties the knot, ties the score, ties the not, ties askew. I ask you, what were you channeling when you wrote this? What channel will you read this on?
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“I saw the best flies of my generation swatted, hysterical, awakened…” I think you are right, I’ve been here on the island out in the sticks too long. Too many dead animals on the shore, I might be losing it.
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Make that “out in the Styx…”
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Well, this was worth the wait! I read it once, again out loud as fast as I could. Breathless I was, verging on turning blue too. You amaze me.
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Thank you ever so much.
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Whooo-eee doggie!
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LOLOL!
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Akers and akers but then change, off into the blue. I see more blue with my cataract removed eye last Thursday than the other. I “might” get better.
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I second the “whoo-eee-doggie!! 🦄 This is brilliant and fun Qbit!
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Wild ride, for sure! I really like that opening quote of yours – excellent description of February’s air and abilities. Been hooved in the chest a few times, myself. All kinds of subtle allusions here, including lyrics and Poe. And in the end, we wind up back in front of the fire, rubbing blue hands together.
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Thank you! Yes, best I think if everyone just gets back inside, LOL!
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A wild ride… And I think I still hear those doggies barking… in that short island that was the history, mystery of the wild west turned suburban nightmare. Where’s Rin Tin Tin when you need him?
I think we all need some rescuing.
(How did the word ‘dogs’ come to mean ‘feet’? In 1913, a journalist for the New York Evening, by the name of “T.A. Dorgan”, was well known for rhyming slang, published the word ‘dogs’ as a citation for his feet. From that point forward the word ‘dogs’, has been used as slang for feet.’
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Lol! Thanks. I think the dogs/feet comes as you suggested from the Cockney rhyme slang “dog’s meat –> feet. ” Although when I lived in the East End of London in the early ’80s, the more common rhyme was “plates of meat -> feet. But I think if you said either “my dogs are aching” or “oh my aching plates!” any good East Ender would know what you meant. Rhyme slang is fascinating.
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Your “blue horse thing” is quite innovative and pretty darned amazing! Well done.
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Wonderfully blue.
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All blue, all the time.
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Blue-cool, nobody’s fool,
I want to hear this
read
said…
Um, I can’t really do this, but you certainly can. Brilliant, whether on the island or mainland, lol. But seriously, Q, really good stuff here.
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Thank you!!!
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This felt like fireworks, qbit. I knew something was ahoof when you said breathtaking me. Play is needed so badly — you shared a lot of light as I read.
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Thank you!!
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YW!
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