The legal limit usually goes by
the minute. And the limbic system
by the hour. Paul Revere rode
through my 5th grade brain and
keeps riding still and again. I remember
the ride of Paul Revere. And now
the bar blurs in bright greens
like an Irish pub in March. The legal
limit usually goes on the Midnight Ride.
I get invited because my history
tattles, like orange juice when you’re
expecting milk. The legal limit’s usually
not jaundiced much. I take some of my
heart and smoosh it with my broken
brain and nestle it in too much skin
drawn on an etch-a-sketch, captured
by a flirting camera lens and then the drinks
are filled again. The legal limit runs
like a horse around the room announcing:
The British are coming! The British
are coming! But nobody cares because
they always bring good wine
and Monday is not to eat anyway. A flurry
of people are excited about sleeping,
they fall asleep to watch each other,
we give someone our place on the bed
to fall free flopping from the top of it.
*This poem was constructed using words that the #wwis scrambler lifted from my statuses. I used the sometimes strange juxtapositions, added some, and arranged this poem. I found it a really fun exercise for thinking about connections.
Facts About Neuroplasticity 
What a fun read! It definitely has some interesting images, but feels smooth even though some of the words were random!
Thanks! If you have Facebook, here is a link to the app:
http://what-would-i-say.com
I don’t know anything about the privacy or anything else, but I lifted several interesting juxtapositions from the “generated” statuses. Most of them don’t make full sense as they are though. It was a nice, “get out of your own head” exercise for me.
I think I will give it a shot, I’ll let you know how it goes!
Yes! You can link here if you want!
Will do, if I can make it work out I’ll link it back to your blog for credit, it sounds like a ton of fun!
http://patheticwithpotential.wordpress.com/2013/11/18/im-drowning-in-misery-and-miracles/
Cool! Thanks for sharing. I like the way you blooded the phrases to show people what the scrambler does to our words.
Bolded obviously.
Yep I thought it would be cool to sorta see the process, also for me it helps when I’m looking back over it.