Enga mellom fjella

Gustav the gangsta

Gustav the gangsta

         for Katrina

That bitch. That bitch.

I'm badder than that bitch.
I'm better with my switchblade
aimed for N'Orlean's ditch.

That bitch. That bitch.

She makes me want to pitch,
wrap my winds around me.
Slice and stab and swish.

I prick. I snick.

I rough up muddy slicks,
roar enough to make you deaf,
a lion wardrobed witch.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.237] 2008-08-30

Obviously, the himmicane needs to be taken seriously. *Barbara Maria* has already left for safety. Who knows who will bear the brunt of the storm. There will be casualties regardless. But don't expect any sentimentality from Gustav any more than was delivered by Katrina. Nature follows physical laws older than humanity.

Phonetically: bitch, bits, bit, diss, dish, dick, bics, dips etc. are all related. It is the short vowel <i> followed by a stop <t,k,p> or preferably an affricate <tsh=ch, ts, ps, ks> or maybe even a fricative <s, sh>. I need to find stronger words that fit. But that is what editing is for. Poetically, this ditty relies upon the close repetition of sounds.

ME:

I am amazed at how many young people here tell me that they left home at 16. I am amazed because this town has high rent and low wages. The 'money' here has come from the outside; the poor barely live off of a trickle. The local youth are poor.

Seeing the mountains veiled by mist this morning reminded me of Appalachia. There is a subtle mystery that clear sky deserts do not present. It is cool, may even snow on the Bitterroots.

I need to wash and shop today or tomorrow. That will be my Labor Day weekend. If I'm smart I catch up on reading.

BLOGVILLE:

Catching up slowly with reading blogs. I made a list! With the way I easily get overwhelmed, it is the only way I'll ever catch up with friends.

Montana: 55º at noon.

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