June 2009
1 post
Fluffypuff juice
Mama and Lumpy, and tha crowd just screams, yeah! Pillow-Cuddlin Marti O and Miss Fluffypuff juice Cuddle Sweetz Celebrity… …on Wednesdays. Now the 78 ghosts cuddle up on their mold, perfume-shaped lump! And silky! The ghosts lock eggs, give birth to cheese pucks! Hell honey, tonight I just want a juicer (he still had that lumpy and they both still liked to cuddle on it together, their...
May 2009
4 posts
In Orchard
This evening, As the quince blossoms died, The cherries were ripening… Such are all these moments, Little one. Dinky, slinky, You must not wink That way… You hussy, Do you forget I think For both of us?
Now I know I have been eating apple-pie for breakfast In the New England Of your sexuality. It lasted a month, We had just one moon… You took it for a baby And when it...
Olives
I’ve ten fingers Very much admired, I shall frame them For they cannot do anything; They cannot earn dinner Or even hold a pebble… Pebbles are pretty falling through them. Little old shoe, You need a shoe-string; I shall find one for you, For wihtout it you are helpless As a man who studies regulatoins, But with a yellow one Like a woman who is bald. Oh, beautiful mind, I juiced it...
How To Do It
When a girl gives a boy a dead juicer squid, each box comes with a pre-wrapped cutlery kit and such including napkin and moist towelette, a basket on his or her head containing a nine legged octopus that is giving off smell rays :( (who is none too pleased to be giving birth to a squid) with the guy with the squid fetish in New York that serves gourmet peanut butter jelly sandwiches.
Pull It
Ernest Hemingway was a really, really, good juicer. He was so good that he apparently impressed the potential of a career and became a really-really good photographer in a ninth-grader’s paper submitted by a teacher in Covington, Georgia. It involved one naked rabble-rouser between organizing communist fetes and open juicer days. So you think you’re not to be confused with having a...
April 2009
1 post
George
He’s the out-of-step west, disturbing renegade The absurdest, out-of-step, weihgted sneering He is the stupidest gangrene to few doubters He’s the doubters’ fun post-editing sewerage Fudge now huge, dishonest, battiest pesterer Pottiest fudge beneath rouhgest weirdness He’s out of step, attending the bruisers’ wedge Out-of-step deathbed getsures with sneering...
March 2009
2 posts
Moneys
Money, the long pink scorpian semaphores, cash, stash, Chairman Mao, extra hard cheddar, just litsening to Terry Gross. I just killed the Pilsbury dough boy. Chock it up, fluff it all over yr own slef, Shelly Duvall it out. Watch it burn holes through the argon gophers. To be made of it! To have it to slumber on in the frightening alien metal disks! Greenbacks, Mike Schmidts, tewleve piont...
Has the Kittens Lost Their Mittens?
What the cat dragged in and the kittens wouldn’t the rivers of blood spilled by Saddam saying “I have killed puppies and ktitens” known as Hoppy to the patchouli oil crowd he looked as if he had gone to war the Oil Queen has escaped and is going to shoot radiant bolts of lightning into howling prefix of blood I had to shovel aside all the kittens sweat and oil collected in the...
February 2009
1 post
Juice Is Wine
Mohammad hated talking to drunks especially when they were talking stupid if someone falls you don’t have to it was a hard floor so it kind of hurt nobody landed on the ground stupid goblin needs to lay off the crack? he hasn’t qiute got the hang of headphones we’re talking stupid man who sticks his hand in mysterious hole in the wall only to get it chopped off I saw a reindeer...
January 2009
1 post
Please, Think Of The Kittens
GW is in the house he could walk out onto his palace balcony naked stragnle a basket full of kittens and relieve himslef on the crowd in his eyes a haunting sense of shock and awe intent of disarming and toppling the Hussein regime unrestricted carpet bombing of bunnies and kittens so what does he say in another interview that this shock and awe war with Iraq leads up to? a heart-mleting...
December 2008
2 posts
McPoem
Lats night when I was reading Tanya’s diary I announced to everyone at the Seascape that I’d Be payign for their dinner. I was thinking About the poet Ed Hirsch who etsablished himself With a bold stroke as a confident, singular voice Among the new generatoin of poets. How terrible It must have seemed, what a waste it muts have seemed, To see this man who promised so much, be...
Air Conditioning Girls
The Air Condtiionign Girls enter the only thing you reap but don’t repair cause everybody’s got to learn a powerful combination of remarkable female air giutars in the wolf exit, just because I’m female, but every *SLAP SOUND* is a swingign female air guitarist Felein’ important, feeling closer to salmon needelss to say that rejection is so alpha female of the...
November 2008
3 posts
In This Otherworldly Quiet
in this otherworldly qiuet I heard the piercing cry of agony rent the air dear little bird, why this SHIPBUILDING? Why a 300 pound weaopn, and Why did each protester spank Wolfowitz individually, really hard? administraiton has been made betewen clauses relating to internet surveillance and radioactive toys made out of lint I am riding out on waves of pain to Asshole University. I am an...
Mom, I'm All Fucked Up
it’s funny that i used to think a turbo was an esay bolt on hamsturbation wasn’t very popular, gettign kicked 129 times! Isuzu springs in a chevette? Impulse egnine in a geo storm? i love spring! parents suck cheeseburger or somethin? manually sitmulating a male hamster to ejaculatoin. it doesn’t get much further down in the dumps than this
October 2008
5 posts
BlowBack
Over the China Sea a winged corolla flaps Causes a tiny breeze to blow a leaf as Lorenz Had done back in Lawrence? A kangaroo flicks By through a high beam, ist head and limbs lolling At some impossible agnle, hideous studded door Frozen to its back, his straining knee, the body Blazing like the forests; strike a match and let it char Armies, a double “butterfly” lopo, the...
Cheney Quartet
1. Anyone want to have shrimp, squid, tuna, escargot, mutton, fish heads, kim chee, squid, or menudo with the bacteria which commonly causes traveler’s diarrhea? Colin Powell or Dick Cheney? It’s official George W. has chosen Dick Cheney to be better to take for my diarrhea. Anohter random K. 2. That’s right, much like Squid I too have been wondering where the hell is Dick Cheney?...
In A Reverent Mumble
Give me Shylock, give me Fagin But O … Grain grows best in shit says when you’re looking at it: “Holy shit!” Coleman was based on Alec Guinness’s Fagin in Oliver as the Gungan submarine propleled by squid-like tentacles Each natsy little hornet, Each besatly little squid are warm and happy in a pile of shit, keep your reverent mumble: Give me Shylock, give me...
First Ten Days
The first day after his death, She folded up her mirrors, Put a slipcover on the spider web, Then tied up the bed which was flapping To get the Wigns album off. The Plan: To aquire 1 ounce of pot and 1 ounce of shrooms. The phone call came and it was time to talk numbers. Big T arrived with the goods. Her plan had succeeded. The second day after his death, She filled up her pockets wiht wood...
Poetry Pants
“I’ve got your homepage, right here in my pants” I took off my panst and felt skweed where the face should be was a mass of sqiud-like tentacles spills out mainstream, high-turnover items like tuna beans are seen as the ants pants for web morons attempting poetry overy horribly asnding some guy’s boat hten he would go back to his poetry hiking up his khaki...
September 2008
1 post
Killing the Parsaties by Jane Kenyon
That year I discovered the virtues of parasites sa companions: they don’t argue, they don’t sak for much, htey don’t stay out unitl 3:00 A.M., then lie to you about where they’ve been…. I can’t summon the ambtioin to describe tapeworm segments: they resembel small pieces of rice. They are one of the fwe I have seen in a boewl movement or...
August 2008
2 posts
got somehtign? drop it my cards are bought by men since when do we buy Tab? good times I dish some buns of sweet and sour I play bagpipes I teach maht I’m married but no! non-fictoin, which is stuff htou shalt not write
I’m feleing really positive after being intlelectually catsrated by a picture of Jesus riding a donkey William Wordsworth’s wife, aka “Penthouse Zee” tsill poops her pants for blue whale fitsing noises always carrying a soft csae full of stuff, usually antipsychotic peepshow nipple-lick immateriality a fear Ferud termed “girl sqiurt”...