plurk'd

Just to keep my sanity while writing those one-paragraph critiques for CW100 (and yes, I was pretty busy this weekend), I finally succumbed to the lure of plurking (see little widget below the shoutbox at right). That doesn't mean that I'll be abandoning this blog; on the contrary, I'll use it as my corkboard of sorts for random ideas that are too short to put up on the blog, or good phrases that I want to keep for later.

I'm also planning to start on the 140-character flash fics/poetry on Plurk (because of the 140-character limit that they have when, well, plurking)--thanks to Jojo for the idea. 8-> So far I haven't thought of anything yet, but well, I'll try to get there--it's something different from just asking questions and stuff on your Plurk. :)

Now to go back to the poem I'm supposed to submit tomorrow. @_@

bananacue

Cheap, common, delicious.

I'd find you along Aurora
Peddled by old ladies
In the darkness between watch repair stores
And cheap stamp-makers.

Your fried, golden-brown skin
Breaks on my lips
As I bite.
But you're of old stock banana
Overripe, even.

You're beat-up
By the days and nights,
Mushy with the promises
Of old love songs
And princes that will carry you away.

Somehow, the heat
Made you tougher than you were
Firmness of your flesh.

And you're sweet, sugar
Like your name.

I withdraw the stick,
After it has so (un)ceremoniously
Pierced your flesh.