Poem -
Incendiary dreams
Late,
late night.
Flower taste pot on my tongue.
Flberty wibble.
Wibblety flib.
passing further out of sight.
With every roach I flick into the gutter
while I flutter,
like the moth against the glass.
Just trying to touch,
trying to touch,
the flame at last.
Incendiary dreams.
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Wow!! Brother!!......sounds intense.....and I can't say for sure I know what you're referencing because of the photo......or perhaps I should light up myself and try to relate......not sure.....but curiously compelled to understand this!!.....Love & Rockets!!........T xo : )
PS. I tried to leave stars but they're not working (again)!! : (
PSS....came back again and the stars ARE working...YAY!!
Hi Tony,
Alright I suppose it's a bit of a weird one. I've been working on a play about a group of arsonists who make up a support group called Firebugs Anonymous. This comes from that.
On a separate note Tony are you on Facebook? Its just I've been asked to be the featured poet on a Friday night radio show and the easiest way to get it is via Facebook. Send me a friend request if you are.
Have a great Xmas my friend.
Nigel
Interesting dream. Just wonder who is Flberty?
It should be fliberty and it's just a 19th century silly word for, well, being silly.
Thanks mate
Nigel
Thanks, Nigel.
Still couldn't find its exact meaning for me being silly ha ha ha.
Oxford/Cambridge dictionary doesn't come up at all, there is Fliberty-gibbet, however, found on the Guardian
https://www.theguardian.com/notesandqueries/query/0,5753,-5090,00.html
flibbertigibbet comes up in dictionaries but it has different meaning, and just the way to write flibberty-gibbet
So so far it hasn't been used on its own seems. Cheers.