Is it legible? You're not thinking: What the hell is arrwed?
All right. So the assignment was this: If you want to go on world tour with the Eegit's Poetry Bus this week, write something on something.
On something. Literarally. Titus the Dog wrote poems on stones. It's that kind of week. I looked around for something to write on. I could have written on the dust that blanketed my car, but dear Joe wiped it down Sunday morning. Nothing clicked.
Then I handled my recycled $tarbuck$ cup, the one my muddy chai latte came in the other day. The poem poured out of me like a lukewarm breve with cinnamon. The reason it did, I guess, is the thought that caffeine increases the heart rate. The joys of free association.
Dominic at Made Out of Words dreamed this up. He wrote an ode on a banana. He'll have some very creative writers at his place. I've off to check them out.