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Big Cop and Little Miss Mi Magic Cakes

2008-06-01T01:08:11Z

Big Cop
always at attention
at the ready
to turn away
any danger
from Little Miss Magic Cakes

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Brilliant but Clueless

2008-05-29T22:14:00Z

There is a curious dog wandering the streets of Fairview, Kentucky. She, at least in this version of the tale, is a Taboodle, which makes her part poodle, part frowned upon, in some cases not talked about except in conspiratorial hushed tones and altogether viewed as a pox upon the houses, lawns and fire hydrants in this small, quiet Western Kentucky town, who’s main and really only claim to fame is to be near the long gone log cabin birth place of the Confederacy’s lone President, Jefferson Finis Davis and home to the tallest concrete obelisk in the world. (All of the taller obelisks are constructed with blocks of stone.), which of course stands as memorial to both the leader and the led.

The Taboodle was not native to the area, in fact had come a great distance to lay eyes, among other things upon the great obelisk. Her curiosity consisted in two parts, she mostly instinctively needed to piss on its enormous base, not so much to mark as territory, but to signify displeasure, the native limestone, found near the site could easily have been put to better uses, dog houses for one, bomb shelters (in the fifties anyway when that sort of activity was so popular), or perhaps as a monument to a more deserving taboo. The other part of the Taboodle’s curiousness was a bit more problematical and potentially even more symbolic than that of pissing on something that you disapproved of. She wanted to impale herself on of its pointy top, or short of that just sit painfully, absurdly aware of the vastness that could be surveyed from such an extreme height.

The Taboodle was named, without irony Kitty*. It was her niche in life to keep track of a great many taboos, a few of her favorites being genocide, abortion, same sex sex (in addition to same sex marriage), polygamy, with special interest reserved for slavery (in part due to one of the latest attempt to end it, she had made her way to America, a hotbed of taboos to be sure).

that's it so far....

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Particle Wavves

2008-04-30T06:49:26Z

This poem was actually published in a rather obscure magazine and in turn represents my turn to science, not for answers, solutions,
or any sort of enlightenment, but much like religions, for laughs.

the lights float light upon the wind
i asked the sun to mention me to the moon
they are partners in the sky
and much closer than they appear

the moon became a friend
melted my hard hard heart
i was just funny that way
she cast a shadow that broke the rain

in the field and on the plain
all around flowers that smell the best
beyond the grumbling thunder
the flash of light can rest

the sun was used to nature's right
to belie the season's son
it counted with the bloom
lost foliage to the fall

and light continued feeling frisky
wafting through the dark
not everywhere or lost
it brings us home to the sea

upon the waves created by my friend the moon
she rolls me and folds me
i counter with a sail
i fly like a Matterhorn, high in the sky

in a crow's nest i spy the horizon's shore
home in the emptiness of gold
i feel old in my youth, young in my age
the sun and moon cuddle with stars

they seem so far, like lost begotten gains
i have gone too far too return
to old ways less plain
simple lights twinkle, as i grow wrinkles

there is never enough time
just the space to fill
with you, the moon, the sun and stars
parading in the moon mist

i am wet and crowded by the nature of your smile
the shower of loveliness of your cultivation
i thought to be a miner
and dig the jewels you possess

but the moon then reminded me
there is nature and nurture
leave the wind to be the wind
do not float away like a sun hiding in the night

it came to this and left me
like bubbles bursting in the air
there is no dis-appointment
only love is left that sends a messenger to me

finally the light wavves
good night, good morn
new day follows from the sleep
i awake and find my friend

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Serious Shoes

2008-04-30T06:29:34Z

When my feet left the well marked path
I recalled a walk on the beach,
where I followed footsteps in the sand,
that led to the shoreline, then disappeared.
Deeper into the forest I went,
reliving walks with my Father on Sundays in the park.
The idea was to get throughly lost,
find a clearing and make a camp.
I came upon a moonlit glade,
pitched my tent and waited for the sun to shade my thoughts.
I awoke with birds singing and the wind whistling in my ear.
I made my memories stand out,
where I walked with Giants
and talked with God about the reason we were made.
He spoke softly, just above a whisper,
"I made you out of and for love.
To know myself and to know you.
There is a loneliness in Mankind, it has my Name."
I reawake with afternoon sun shining all around.
I left the camp, knowing exactly the way back Home.

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Keep Your Treasure Near

2008-04-30T06:24:29Z

words have escaped me until the light breaks free
maybe bad advice is the worst vice of all
don't read these words
you have laid open your life
and let the lions roar instead
I know the spirit you reside
when bare we feel all thoughts unspoken
and still hear
I had these thoughts before I woke
it will be better
when we wait
we can not wait until it is too late
I know you
your mystery is all clear
is it waiting?
the hard question that you ask
my answer is not likely to be kind
my soul is unwaken
I sense something unspoken, in all that you share
is it come push or shove?
the rights are a blemish, unsought, but open
no leave, no clothes, no solace
are you feeling forsaken?
you can not
you must not
no boss of you am I
there is a word for all of this
it is begot
we came, we sang, we whistled
happy is the laughter that explodes
no rule of sun remembered, it is time to fly
how is it you are blind?
when all you see is truth
it is a burden
and my yoke is light
it's codes, it's amazement
just plain and simple is too easy
where is the fun in that?
I might add that I am uncertain
it defines me, it binds me, it subsides by me
separate
these cloths I wear are defining a relative existence
perhaps I will dream of you tonight
a soul to soul in comfort
an ease of dispair brought to its end

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Love

2008-04-30T06:19:19Z

Love slips into hearts
brings flowers on bended knee
two souls desire happiness and bliss
meet for a kiss
twin lips entwined with heat
bodies couple in embrace
the feelings shared and spread with warmth
the day turns into night
sleep with dreams made real
morning comes, make glorious a new dawn

Love drips with ease
sends notes of caring and remembrance
two people act as one
the joy resides in harmony and song
an oasis appears, a safe harbor grows near
trust builds, fear subsides
memories are filled and told
a lifetime calls with hands held tight
in time and patience a baby's laugh lets loose
a family crowned with jewels renown

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Inspiring the Lazy

2008-04-02T16:53:48Z

lie down, lie around
stay immobile, don't make a sound
relax, only the rich should be taxed
wake up yawning, roll over
go back to sleep
keep dreaming, there is no believing
just a word
following others
it's easy, no breaking a sweat
gotta have heart, no need to be smart
all free time can't be spent sleeping
a fertile mind will leak
let some drops spatter on a page

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Quizical

2008-04-01T15:44:35Z

lost in a mysterious universe
which is the way it really is
brains just like to fill in the blanks with things they're familiar with
didn't expect anybody to take that literally!
because you see what you believe you'll see
what can you doubt?
when all are free to make their own determination
tripping the wire is no longer an accident

1. By what name do you call yourself?

2. What land/sea/sky scape is most meaningful to you?

3. What is your quest?

4. What color do you see when you think "color"?

5. Name five popular artists and give your instant opinion.

6. What book/song/film most haunts you?

7. If you were totally cut off from all humanity, with whom would you want your one telepathic link?

8. If you discovered a new celestial object, what would you name it?

9. Favourite childhood heroic character:

10. How do you get your news?

11. With what non-human animal do you most identify?

12. In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty, what image most easily calms you?

13. What face do you put on to face your fears?

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Flinch

2008-01-02T22:37:30Z

flinch, as metal stings
bless the wounded, not the wounds
Judas was just a pawn
as I rise with each new dawn
save your tears for a rainy day
shun your fears for a smile today
love your rights
mend your wrongs
wonder at the light
walk with laughter
dream a little dream
sing a lot of songs
dance the night away
rise with each new day

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starbelly

2008-01-02T22:16:09Z

inside the star lies a heart of crimson
a glowing ember of eternity
outside the moon floats a dream of you
a shining view of tomorrow
everywhere in the universe shares a piece of
emotion
a feeling rising with constant motion
by being a part of the one, one is in all

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Let Go

2007-08-16T15:25:00Z

Are you a true believer?
Of what you may ask.
Anything.
Some ancestors, (perhaps one of yours) were sun-worshipers.
The worshiping continues to this day in various forms and transformations.
In the space between the real and the abstract, there may be room for debate.
Here's one.
Basically the sun is a campfire.
Which would make the earth a park.
To treat it otherwise, is to renounce your nativity.
For it is only the alien, that at heart is a visitor.

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Tears from a long time ago

2007-05-17T19:50:06Z

time to die
time to live
time to sigh
time to cry

nature rides a wave upon the sea
floating leaves in the breeze
reflecting color every where we see
every heart is holding on to you
and the sky is still blue

we've waited a million years to be free
searching all around for the key
what's to know
what's to know
you can find it in your soul

the spark of life can not be denied
no matter how much you try to hide
leave the cold and come inside
let your light shine for all to see
reveal your truth, let it be, let it be

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Every little dream

2007-05-02T21:15:44Z

When you know the secret of nature and the heart of man, flight of fancy may yet reveal a vision of the future.
Good news, diamonds may really be forever. Where knowledge ends, imagination begins. The surest sign that
the universe is alive is its ability to surprise, or perhaps it's just life's propensity to be dense. There's a new theory
that matter may be able to maintain equalibrium with energy.

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dreams

2007-04-27T16:52:47Z

As a child I had dreams of flying. From all reports these are quite common. Funny things happen when people get dizzy. In childhood I tried to make my dreams come true. I grabbed a clothesline pole and spun myself around and around, I lifted my feet and continued to spin, for the briefest of moments, I flew. Afterwards, my dreams of flying seemed even more real. Dreams of flying elude me now, yet I still soar with memories of past flights.

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Toxic Avenger

2007-03-28T02:46:16Z

...I was taking one for the team,
striding to the mound,
my arm hung limply by my side.

I had one throw left.

Bases loaded, no outs,
bottom of the nineteenth,
we're up four to three.

We needed a triple play.

The "gyro",
a mythic pitch born in the Far East,
was lost on these semi-pros,
in this godforsaken sandlot.

I was going to have to pull the string,
like I've never pulled before.

This was going to acquire,
The Theory of Everything,
known in physic circles,
as T.O.E.

As I mentally entered the eleventh dimension,
I "toed" the rubber,
spun in synchronous orbit,
reversed time back to the singularity,
let loose the ball,
my arm exploded with pain,
a brilliant burst of light blinded the batter,
he flailed awkwardly at the pitch.

Time struck back,
the ball screamed past my out-stretched glove,
up the middle,
the shortstop moving toward second,
grabbed the line drive,
stepped on second,
threw to first.

Triple play.
Game over.

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In Progress

2006-11-10T23:09:08Z

Thrashing the Basic Sensibilities

The mystic derives pleasure
from the sane and insane

Giving grief
and receiving repentance

Some question existence
with torturous maladies

Bringing forth idealistic
bombastic platitudes

Delivering dialects of scorn
pasting ignominy in kind

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Nitrous Oxide Poems

2006-10-15T00:09:51Z

All ocean, cellopane and peace

the worst that could happen
is not enough
to break my clutch
on the shiny new

hope can't outlast dreams

the worst that could happen
the clam won't bake
my shoe won't shine
the cat has warts
and the Blessed Virgin Mary was just raped

burning in the midnight oil
the moon won't glow
my milk won't shake
the heart just aches
and the air just got sucked out of the sky

the world is...
All ocean, cellopane and peace

One Hurt Girl

one hurt girl
crying quietly
in the night

on shoulders too small
to hold the load
beneath melting lights

one hurt girl
lately too scared
to unfold the truth

her attitude defiant
I'd call on the cell
she'd answer from a private hell

one hurt girl
thinks feeling bad
is a natural right

she calls daily
to numerate new bruises
that fulfill some debt

one hurt girl
given to all
she keeps the silence

we answer in kind
turn from the pain
avoid her scene of the crime

knock yourself out

standing alone
as stone
my wind warms me
my sun guides me
to a flicker of flame
that ignites a mountain
that bellows at the sky

postscript

the disease that brought us here
to a nothingness that matters most of all
there is but one consciousness
wrappped around in blessedness

rambling

to linger in the dappled light
on this morning of bright retreat
taking breaths that fuel the fire

in seclusion with the night
marking time that bides and ties
a season of longing for forest green

of damsels in distress
a fear of kindness being spent
withhout hope of reward

no vision is required
or dreams of castles
sun and moon together unite

the spray of light
reflected with somber tones
shadows dance with ivory calm

some conscious thought
evoked oneness without ego
all in one and one in all

The Obvious

standing on the earth
washing clothes
piloting the ramjet home
securing a future
remote from a planet
that lies in the wake
of a sea of troubles

Soul Survivor

the hidden loneliness
has broken open from the inside
not saying that I could
I refuse to define causality

the Big Bang may be a mistake
perhaps corrected by an observer
not yet born
I can wait for revelation

I came from nothing
and to nothing I will go
the in between is as much a part of me
as the golden suns are around

it seems strange that we hide
in the interior of - can it be?
expanding space
- where could it be going?
that it hasn't already been

I like that we do not know
the sorrow filled mysteries
of time
- was it destiny?
that begat fate

the lotus eating masters
have all ascended
leaving starry-eyed visitors
in this earthly plane
- why is the air so kind?

the foot steps are buried deep
so many have traveled
the exact same path
- can the sky?
be any bluer

so much depends
on all the equations
setting straight
the majesty

I only hope
the Mathematicians
can recall
that Truth is Beauty
and Beauty Truth

Just A Little Song

Just trying to say
you are the way
to believe in the power
when I receive your flower

Easy to stay clean
you are the dream
that comes to life
to be the perfect wife

I'm just saying
you are the saving
grace that can cure
every pain for sure

Just a little song
you are the long
and short of everything
that love can bring

Falling Into Autumn

she whispers
she listens
I love her nature
that calls as sirens do

Autumn Falls

I am not
the same soft twisty girl I used to be
everything changes
and changes again
I'll be back
you'll be on pins and needles
with anticipation

Next in line

September rolls and tumbles
October is here and now
to face the music
that bends the ear
beached as whales
who sing their final dirge
open from the sea
sequestered in the infinite

If I were a girl
I'd let your smitten eyes
follow me around
you could whirl me
through in through
under a full light moon

If I were a girl
I'd dance every night
you could watch me spin
and catch me
when the dizziness
became too much

If I were a girl
I'd wish you were a girl too
We'd laugh at the boys
with their foolish grins
and their rough hewed hands
that they couldn't keep to themselves

If we were girls
we might even wish
we were boys
we'd scream with delight
at such a silly thought
and stay forever beautiful girls

Remember Dreams

it's not even close
fiction reveals more truth
than non-fiction
why should it be hidden?

the silicone dream awakes
deep blue
sad
can't wait for the sunshine state

flying over rooftops
not for escape
fun
gravity sends shivers to the bone

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Be Sure

2006-07-22T19:41:29Z

On my way to San Francisco,
I was making biscuits,
wearing flour in my hair.
But when a chef making eggs benedict,
betrayed me,
I had to laugh and share.
Lon Chaney was not a real werewolf,
but when shot by Kit Carson with a silver bullet,
he died just the same.
Adam Clayton Powell is in no way
related to the Lone Ranger,
but he played one in Congress.
Little known fact:
Harold Lloyd learned to tell time,
by holding its hands.

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Southern Discomfort

2006-07-10T02:55:13Z

Shut-up Clarabell
we aims to appease
sorry Officer, please ignore the blood smeared on the floor
it was just a nosebleed
and my darn lame leg that I dragged across the room
where's my wife you ask
she stormed out angry from the house late last night
sorry I can't remember any details
I was drunk
I think I blacked out

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Deadish

2006-07-10T02:51:13Z

zombies strolling through the night
stopping by a local diner for a bite to eat
nothing on the menu really fit their tastes
but the waitress with her friendly smile
was a very inviting piece of flesh
they settled for some iced sweet tea
and let their antiscipation mount
"What time do you get off?". asked one interprising ghoul
she had heard this line often enough and replied
"I will be off after you are long gone."
she did not yet suspect, with an excellant makeup job in place
little zombie laughs rolled all around
for them, the night would never end

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Plasma

2006-07-10T02:50:12Z

My name is Lumen.
I have entered a different state of matter.
I have become plasma.
There is a joining and a dying here,
that leaves me without breath.
I have found that I do not need to inhale,
I just ooze my thoughts in and out,
then communicate without sound,
the passion of the particles and waves excite me,
there is a mingling and a tingling.
There is an understanding of being one,
then total darkness engulfs me.
I laugh in the face of something that can not control me.
I break open the hatch and rediscover air.
I am free.

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Inside the Blood

2006-07-10T02:43:53Z

the blood drips from the roof
the widening stain is not the proof
the wound grows larger by the hour
into the night, I find this horror

I dreamed the Wolf, his face he shone
the howling wind was not alone
his bared teeth was like a grin
the baying to the moon became a din

we fed our souls from each, to the other
the Wolf was a hunter and a lover
all at once I was prey and predator
I feasted on blood and the lore

the moon's glow was turning red
I left the living and felt undead
the howl is now a song
but something has gone wrong

sweat soaked, I awaken from our dreams
heart pounding, the Wolf is now inside me, it seems
I have tasted the blood and hear a hush
into the dark I now must rush

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One by One

2006-07-02T22:38:46Z

maybe the heart feels longing
when shadows draw near
the wistful smile of memory
lingers
there is a song playing in the background
an emotion spent
tugs at the strings
waking to the dawn
a cloud wanders across the sky
not alone, or wide awake
sleep feels its way out the door
a flower's petals drop
one by one

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Rolling Rock (revised)

2006-07-02T22:37:28Z

When you do, you don ’t
If the problem is without a face
And the glacier slows to less than a snail ’s pace

Nothing ventured, nothing gained
And the operation seemed a success
But the patient died nonetheless

Yes, we have no bananas
But the solution has no soul
And the meltdown goes on without the cold

There ’s gold in them thar hills
Yet the streets remain paved with blood
As the children play and waddle in the mud

A penny earned, is a penny saved
But the rich still borrow from the past
And the first shall be last

Easy come, easy go
Still the heat seeks the eternal
And the seed sprouts within the kernel

Are we having fun yet?
Lest we run into the abyss
And forget to remember what we miss

No shirt, no shoes, no service
And the signs are painted invisibly
But imagine there is no war, unbelievably

Curiousity killed the cat
And for awhile I was a suspect
But the kitty still lives I expect

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Men & Women

2006-07-02T22:33:25Z

Men will pause
Women cause
the sheets to get tangled
and the wind in the sails
falls in the calm
quiet on the western front
quite the toastable respite
the heat mistaken for a late thaw

Men with paws
Women laws
the universe to get moving
and the sun will rise
brighten up the day
with indian summer
leading the glacier to the fall
crackling ice melts to spring

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Mad As Butter

2006-07-02T22:32:12Z

mad as butter
sad as rain
all fall down
the igloo outlasted summer
melting into autumn

mad as butter
crazed like toast
burnt on the edges
into an underground
display of badly acted
foodstuffs
all the green alibi
mistake

mad as butter
wilder than bread
I slipped beneath
the hot weather flower
golden like grain
demur as milk

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Antidotal Evidence

2006-04-07T21:24:02Z

I’m dying to tell you about the lateness of breath
Fascinated by the tears of harmony

When…

The steps are found and taken
The blue bombardier has spoken
While memories fry the brain
Jesus flies through rain

Then…

The apple, serpent and tree are talking
Asking where the mountain failed
In the past they would remember
How the snow lost its cold
Melting into the steamy underworld

If...

The clowns continue laughing
As hyenas in the dark
The play bears watching
As we stroll through the park

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then...

2006-02-28T23:10:57Z

The apple, serpent and tree are talking
asking where the mountain failed
in the past they would remember
how the snow lost its cold
melting into the steamy underworld

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impregnating an impulse to conceive

2006-02-24T01:28:31Z

more alligator shoes

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for Elvis

2005-12-01T04:32:01Z

Addiction

The crown
stilled
lit from within
fearless

The eye
holds steady
gazing into eternity

The moment
cares not
for frostbit tears

The blinks and stares
ignored
defeated in arrest

The long last look
wasted

The skin
crawling inside
bloated remorse

The taste
sips countless
almost immortal
now
lies dead

The gutter
refusing
occupancy

The hidden gem
faceless

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The Daily Feed

2005-11-19T16:04:57Z

Choice is usually an illusion

silently picking through the rubble
luck negoiated random twists and turns
leaving pristine artifacts for someone
less sure of the final outcome

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nghtingale

2005-06-25T04:56:01Z

blood on the floor
there's alibi to taste
the act of believing
starving the stone of disease\

he's borrowed from cannibals
unfettered
ill from remorse
born of disaster, waiting in line/

blank amid stares
awash in songs of the night
no wind, no sail
adrift>

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A Slackjaw Murder Mystery

2005-06-09T23:34:00Z

Poetic Mayhem: A Slackjaw Murder Mystery

By Ed Slackjaw

I am a non-fiction fiction writer, or if you prefer a fictional non-fiction writer.

It was a dark and stormy night. Whoops, that was from my client, Snoopy. I am also a non-literary literary agent. My number is 182 384 586 789. All submissions are welcome. If you like dog, you will love Snoop’s work. He thinks cats are evil. One cat in particular. Cats are not evil. Dogs are not god, much like zebras are not god.

I am a murder suspect. The body was found at the home of two brothers, Tom and Jerry. One a widower, the other recently divorced. The kids are grown and gone. They are an odd couple, because they are odd and well, two.

The body found was their cousin Edna, who had been renting the basement apartment. I was a suspect because I had been dating Edna for about a month. Tom and Jerry were also suspects. Because they were odd.

The body was discovered recently while I was visiting Tom and Jerry. While watching an episode of Law & Order, I happened to ask if Edna was in. I was told she was taking a bath. The show was nearly over, it was getting to be quite a long bath. I decided to find out what was taking so long. I went to knock on the bathroom door. I could hear music playing, but there was no response from Edna. Since we had become intimate, I thought it would be okay to open the door and peek in. It was a very large tub, she had slumped beneath the water’s surface. It looked like she had fell asleep and drown, she looked peaceful.

At first it appeared that she had over-dosed on heroin and committed suicide. But the autopsy revealed a different story. The heroin had been laced with a slow-acting poison, the poison had been building up for about a month, finally taking its deadly toll.

Even though I had shot up with Edna a few times and there were traces of the poison in my system, I was still considered a prime suspect. My main suspicion fell on Jerry, Edna’s connection.

Since Tom and Jerry’s misfortunes they had become inseparable. Tom backed up Jerry’s denial of tampering. I hinted to the police that a conspiracy was afoot. What their motive might have been, was beyond me.

Bits of poetry scratch my lips.

Edna is haunting my dreams, it plays over and over again.

“Are you sure it wasn’t you? I think it was you.”, she accuses.
“No. It couldn’t be me. I’m in love with you. I think it was Jerry.”
“Jerry. Ha. No, I don’t believe so. I’m his ATM machine, slide in some dope, out pops twenties.”

The police are circling back to their original theory. Suicide. They’re thinking that Edna put the slow-acting poison in the heroin herself and taking me to go along for the ride. I for sure don’t want to believe that.

Evamotion

Her eyes are tried and true
She sees lies that taste of honey
Uncoupled from the ocean
She waves from a shore

As I awoke from a dream
I slept through another, and another, and another….

We may part company
To meet again in the end
That world will divide, multiply and subside
Recurrent themes bunch together
As friends with similar agendas
We teach the past to see the future

Her eyes are tired and
Falsely see
Truths that become memory
We only know what is given
And imagined

The apple, serpent and tree are talking
We are stalked into believing everything
Sans everything
Everything is left

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Avalon

2005-05-16T20:46:53Z

Avalon #1

hollow and clean
dreamt unseen
empty vessel
on planet found
in mists of avalon

Avalon #2

what burns desires
and seeds pleasure
comes quick to release
such fleece and soft teeth

Avalon #3

matched beneath the nimble sea
without armor
harmless truth
the gladish son reunites
smitten barbers and callous youth

Avalon #4

peace divided into
statistical body counts
the bag industry thrives
in splendorous haunting
each name gives rise to new religion
let old die

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Toothless

2005-05-14T05:40:24Z

deep in dark
released from center
crushing existenial denials

mere math does not suffice
what leaks from minutia
spills down the chin

live-wire bare
creepiness glows
backward from stars

nuts to satisfied mortification
blushing green
envious of the humpback's hole

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P

2005-05-04T00:27:24Z

damn the pea
keeping me awake
usually I sleep with such discomfort

she ate the squash

a belly-full of acorns
passing stones might be easy
compared to me
the squirrels are laughing hard

had a late date with a dream last night
(an actual line from a very old, very lost poem)

marshmellows are so touchy
I'd stick around longer
but I'm ready to eat

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non-Specific Relativity

2005-04-18T03:00:36Z

I'd think about time
as if
it were a piece of pie
grab a slice
catch a train
never be late

lost in the shuffle
short-comings apparently
render obsolete
thoughtful comparisons
of oblique mis-information

a tasty diagnois
with no doubt
of theraputic result
leaves a calming sense
periodic dis-membering
withstanding

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think; dead man walking

2005-04-11T03:24:52Z

Flamingo tripping
straining to wake a sleep
gods and frog rejoice
limply flopping with remorse

Tension flaunts legality
controlling dreams
within reach of Real

Evil abscounds with liar's thirst
eyes aglow, believes it All

The drug acts nice
yet leaves momentary paralysis
while frozen Time reveals
its inner workings
now, all but forgotten

The formula gathers neglect
awake to a sleep

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A sign of times...

2005-04-09T03:53:19Z

In Complete

the edge drags toward mental glasnost
a ripened terror of feral disease coagulates
through Sistine Chapel

savage mariner and paltry thief
barriers broken
with intense scarcity

clever announcements
stricken pandas, parasols
deluded illusions quiet calm

bleached white blood
sentences death defying
indeterminate secretive jazz

blatant diocese
killing caffein enriched geraniums
as afterthought closes open

it's not nice
this torturous endowment
that claws its way to Bethlehelm

not quite angels
sins of sires and infamy
lie guilty in barren avenues of proclivity

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New Name for this Tribe...

2005-04-04T02:54:07Z

Glen Writes Poetry While We Sit On Our Hands!

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It's Amsterdam

2005-03-19T16:28:36Z

Some say it's always been
leaving Logan
from the cockpit
to the shit can
Angel Boris staring right
through me
Invisible
but not to the touch

Ladies leave me alone
feelies freeze me
to the bone
I want to go home
because
It's Amsterdam

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Lay of the Land

2005-03-12T15:58:46Z

Dropping blinders cross paths of feet
There is one rule left that shadows can not stand
Presented opportunity calls with clarion voice
Do whatever you can get away with

It can be argued
That it’s only capitalists at their worst
If you own
You can not buy
Only sell

If you do not own
You are owned
Partaking of the profits
Does not decide their amounts

Western thought/Eastern mind

I’d crawl inside the skin
Of numb redemption
Beat the escalation
Not by leaps and bounds
But of some particle derivative
That’s false and consumptive

I’d eat fruit
Believe lies
Steal time
Live lives unfolded
Sit inside the lotus
Crave contempt
Brave the storm
And weep

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The "A" List

2005-03-08T05:02:55Z

albacore, buttress, collander, dangerous, elf, foist, germane, heliocopter, igloo, jackal, kalaidescope, lexicon, miniscule, notion, opposite, quaint, rooster, steward, teal, union, verve, welt, xpert, yokel, zeal.

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Making It

2005-03-06T18:04:35Z

"You know, Fred," the seated one said, "if you can keep your sense of humor like you do you'll perhaps make it."
"Make it?" Fred echoed. "Make what? The team? The chick? Make good? Make do? Make out? Make sense? Make money? Make time? Define your terms. The Latin for 'make' is facere, which always reminds me of fuckere, which is Latin for 'to fuck,' and I haven't ...
From “A Scanner Darkly” by Philip K. Dick.

“Cha-cha-changes”
The song plays to inspire, distract, deflect.
Imagine how the accordion was invented.
Expand, contract.
Suck in.
Suck out.

No desires.
No wants.
Nothing to see.
Nothing to waste.
Time changes everything.
As the seed stays the same.

Change (evolution?) is inevitable.
What’s to gain?
What’s to lose?

A coin flips eternally.
No odds favor either side.
A die rolls continually.
If God doesn’t play.
Who does?

The chance of making it is multiplying.

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If

2005-02-16T01:30:50Z

If I were an anarchist I would hate government. I would hate taxes in general and especially income taxes in particular. What? They don’t have enough scams to provide their own income.
If I were an vegetarian I would hate butchers, barbers, hunters and undertakers. I would detest bloody red meat, blonde curly locks lying dead on the floor, Bambi shot between the eyes and rotting corpses being devoured by fat white worms.
If I were a Republican I would loathe everyone not like me. I would have an unquenchable aversion to Abortionists, Libertarians, Punk Rockers and Ralph Nader. I would abhor morning after pills, free love, subversive rock lyrics and independent thinkers.
If I were a Carpenter I would love nails, wood, shellac and ball peen hammers.
But I’m not. So I don’t. Love nails all that much.

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James Dean on a soapbox

2005-02-12T18:16:57Z

Any rebel can have a cause
it's the one without
that is in constant revolt
no setting sun will falsely
signal a happy ending
they'll do without
some sappy moonglow love song
that blindly ignores
the homeless and abused
war may be an answer
but it's not the only one

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believe

2005-02-06T22:51:46Z

believe the sages when they give their wisdom

believe the fool when he makes you smile

believe the child when she laughs with you

believe the sun when it shines on you

believe the moon when it glows with love

believe the birds when they sing for you

believe the wind when it whispers fly free

believe the dreams when they come true

believe the rain when it cleanses you

believe the sea when it washes over you

believe the truth when you hear it

believe the love all around you

believe the visions when they appear to you

believe the beauty when you see it

believe the friendship when it comes your way

believe the heart when it speaks to you

believe in yourself

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As The Words Spin (out of control)

2005-02-06T03:47:32Z

Dear Benjamin

We are now flying over the Alps. They are so desolate. I'm feeling much the same. Maybe Venice will cheer me up. I'm still thinking that this trip is a mistake. I know we both said we needed some space, but this is ridiculous. I want you to reconsider joining us in Rome.

God I hope the Pope doesn't die while we are there.

The plane is beginning its descent. Your words are haunting me. How crazy would it be if I told Arlene and Cheryl to go on without me and I caught the first flight back? Yeah, pretty nuts. I just might do it. Damn, I can't do it. Arlene and Cheryl would insist that they come back too.

If you decide to meet us in Rome, I promise not to mention you-know-who, unless of course you brought the bitch up first. I'm not really mad anymore. Just so fucking depressed.

Well I hope this cheers you up. Bastard.

Love, Elaine

What Benjamin said that haunted Elaine

"From the beginning I was in love with the idea of you, not the you you."

Dear Benjamin

Venice smells. Of course the Venetians are used to it and don’t notice. Others say it’s just a bad day.
I’ve decided I don’t want you to come to Rome. At this point I’m pretty sure I don’t ever want to see you again. Right now I’m hating you more than I’ve ever hated anything I’ve ever hated. More than the worst disease. More than the cancer that killed my mother. You know I’ll get over this. But not in Rome. Don’t you dare come here.

Love, Elaine

p.s.
I forgave you for sleeping with my mother, because you met her first and didn’t know she was my mother. I can’t forgive you for fucking that bitch. Whether you still love me or not doesn’t matter right now. Or the “idea of me”, whatever the fuck that means. The more I hate you, the more I love you too. You can pretend to not understand that, but I know you really do.
We are thinking of stopping off in Ireland on the way back. I probably could stand seeing you there. Give it some thought.

“Failing to be there when a man wants her is a woman's greatest sin, except to be there when he doesn't want her.”
-Pope Paul VI

Dear Benjamin

Well we are finally in Rome. What a fucking deathtrap. I swear we have almost been killed at least three times. New York cabdrivers are amateurs compared to the Italians. We are all a bit loopy from the rigors of being tourists. We have declared today to be a holiday, no sights, no tours, no homicidal cab rides. At least the weather is nice, not quite as hot as we feared. Arlene has found someone to flirt with. No worries, he’s a very genteel retired professor, from Dartmouth no less. She now claims that her divorce has faded from memory. I have some memories that I would like to fade. I don’t believe her of course. At least she is trying to have some fun. I won’t get into Cheryl right now, suffice to say she is driving me nuts. Like I need the help.

I am sitting in the shade at a nearby outdoor café. Replaying as usual our last face to face conversation. Trust me on this one, fucking the bitch doesn’t hurt as much as telling me that you are in love with the idea of me, not the me me. There is no idea of me. There’s just me. It sounds so impersonal. Ten years of marriage can’t be just an idea. It has to be real. It was. It is. Tell me that you were lying, tell me it was all lies. There is no bitch. Tell me you’ll meet us in Dublin. We’ll go into the countryside where it’s all green and cool.

Shit. I know you fucked her. Cheryl saw you with her. For Christ sake’s Cheryl knows her. Thanks for not going younger on me.
I take that back. Thanks for nothing. Go to hell.

Elaine

Pope Paul VI is dead. Tell your mother I’m sorry.

Dear Elaine

I have decided to come to Ireland. Anyway you can lose Arlene and Cheryl?

Love, Bastard

Dear Benjamin

You Fool! I have a better idea. Why don’t you go to Iceland for about 10 years and freeze your ass off? Wait for me there, maybe I’ll look you up sometime.

(not sent)

Dear Benjamin

Sorry, Arlene and Cheryl insist on staying near, but we can have some time alone together. We’ve decided to go to Dingle on the western coast. I will need some kind of explanation. Perhaps loving the “idea” of me isn’t as bad as it sounds. So, muster up all your powers of persuasion and convince me I can still love you, even the “idea” of you. Ha ha.

Love, Elaine

Somewhere in Dublin

Arlene: Well, he’s always been very nice to me. Respectful. He and Ned got along, even got invited to a few of his “high stakes” poker games. Ned told me that he thought that he had helped him out somehow, didn’t let him lose too much.

Elaine: It’s okay Arlene, you can say his name.

Cheryl: His name is Bastard. Or how about Bastajamin?

Elaine: Shut-up Cheryl.

Cheryl: When are you going to let me tell you the “whole” story?

Elaine: Okay. Tell me if she is nice. Tell me if the bitch is a professional home-wrecker?

Arlene: Don’t you have to have kids before your home can get wrecked?

Cheryl: Tell me again why you two got divorced, I know it can’t be because Ednerd was sleeping around.

Elaine: She is nice isn’t she…

Cheryl: Shsss. I like hearing Arlene talk her shit.

Arlene: I think we all know more than one bitch. As you know dear, it was mutual…

Cheryl: Mooochillual.

Arlene: You shsss. We mutually lost interest. Basically we just stopped thinking of the other. Our marriage became pointless.

Cheryl: It was without point.

Elaine: I just can’t see Benjamin being with someone who wasn’t nice.
Cheryl: Duh…your mother for one.

Arlene: You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead my dear.

Cheryl: Fuck the dead. Yes Elaine, she’s nice. As nice as you, maybe nicer. Maybe that’s what drew him to her.

Arlene: You are too mean.

Cheryl: Okay. This is how nice she is. She didn’t know Bastajamin was married. As far as I know she still doesn’t know.

Elaine: He lied to her?

Cheryl: Apparently “it” never came up.

Elaine and Arlene: The Bastard.

Ben’s attempt at persuasion.

Dear Elaine
I first thought about the “idea of you” when I was 12, not an idealized version of the perfect woman, but of someone who knew how to love and be loved. Someone who could be trusted. Definitely not my mother. But a woman who was equal parts independent and dependant. A few years later I began looking in earnest. I came to believe that I would just know when she came along.

After graduating from college I was determined more than ever to find you. Then I met your mother. As you well know she was more than a bit jaded, in a loveless marriage, still there was a spark of something that wasn’t completely lost or hidden. I was drawn to her, knowing full well that it was going to be just a summer fling.

Later that summer when I met you that spark became a full blown vision of the woman I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

So, what went wrong? Why did I break the trust that you kept so completely? I don’t know. That is a lot harder to explain. I’ll be in Dingle in about a week. I hope that I can win you back and the scary thing is I don’t know if I can. Or even if I should. You deserve someone so much better. I know talking can’t cure anything, but it could be a start, if you are willing.

Love, Benjamin

Back Story

Arlene and Elaine work together at a New York art gallery, they have know each other about 5 years. Arlene has been divorced from Ned for 1 year. They have 2 sons, both in college. Arlene is 41. Elaine is 30. Elaine and Benjamin have no children. Benjamin is a corporate lawyer for Time-Warner/AOL.
Cheryl is Elaine’s cousin. (you just knew she had to be family) Cheryl is 25, ex-cokehead (a graduate of the Betty Ford Clinic), ex-model, full-time rich kid with the accompanying trust fund.
The year is 1978.

Elaine and Cheryl on the beach near Dingle

Elaine: Okay give it to me straight, not too much editorializing.
Cheryl: Are you sure you don’t want to hear this from Ben first?
Elaine: I need some facts, so I’ll know if he is lying to me.
Cheryl: He already admitted what he did, you weren’t ready for the details then. Are you sure you are now?
Elaine: I’m not sure of much of anything and apparently either is Ben. I need to get some kind of clue of why this happened. Spill.
Cheryl: Well you already know she is the same age as Ben. She’s a fashion photographer, that’s how I know her, we worked together a few times before my rehab.
Elaine: Hair color.
Cheryl: Oh jeez, stop it.
Elaine: Blonde. Was there ever any doubt.
Cheryl: Yes a blonde. That’s your hang-up. It doesn’t mean anything.
Elaine: How did they meet?
Cheryl: I don’t think that matters.
Elaine: Cheryl you didn’t.
Cheryl: I did. I introduced them.
Elaine: Well thank you very much, someone new to hate.
Cheryl: It was accidental, Ben ran into us while we were having lunch.
Elaine: Was there some kind of instant attraction?
Cheryl: Not exactly. He had heard of her. Turns out she did more than just photograph models. Remember the sailboat picture in Ben’s office?
Elaine: She took it.
Cheryl: Yeah…kinda makes you wish you’d taken more interest in that hobby.
Elaine: Until this came up, I never thought that we had drifted apart.
Cheryl: He’s already told you that he’s not in love with her and she has as much as told me the same thing. She…(pause)
Elaine: It’s okay. You can say her name.
Cheryl: Marilyn.
Elaine: Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! (Elaine starts running, still screaming, down the beach)
Cheryl: (to herself) I guess if you have a thing about blondes, being jealous of Marilyn Monroe makes some kind of sense.

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The Invisible Bus

2005-01-22T17:57:29Z

Bear with me, I’m delusional. Don’t think the problem goes unnoticed. It’s the persistence that will wear one down, when finally, over the edge we slip, even some fleeting memory of sanity is insufficient to sway the tilt to full-blown psychosis.
A previous episode of some twenty-five years ago is no real help. The experience brings with it some familiarity, but that really just facilitates the further drowning into madness.
It’s the whole reading minds thing again, when people are actually speaking, their audible voice can not be heard. I see the lips moving, but the words I “hear” do not match what they say. It’s as if I’m watching a badly dubbed foreign movie, you get used to it and are forced to pay attention to the private thoughts, not meant for public consumption.
The first time I tried to play along (or so I thought, who knows?), I nodded a lot, without acknowledging what I thought I was hearing. I never let out the secret.

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Strangers In Sleep Disguise

2005-01-20T23:32:18Z

pro/con

guilt encased abstinence
stringing along the kindly
against the tugs of choosing
simple melancholy of doubt

backward/forward

history is not re-creating itself
just to fashion a memorable escapade
it will allow mistakes that crush
the life out of all silly misanthropes

verse/reversal

I'd give a nut to plead his case
he's not enough a breeding pool
to swallow all the crap
stll the head's a masterpiece of ignobility

fact/fiction

she's not laughing with a wink
or borrowing futures
that slide undetected into the realm
she's making basketcases heal

dream/reality

no visions of strangers
cloud the mind of friends
the real quality of persistence
are shadows in mirrored facility

stranger/friend

watched with territorial unease
no lurking permitted now
an introduction might change all that
but accidents choose fate

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Glue

2005-01-15T23:49:28Z

Table Of Contents
Chapter 1.……The Quest For The Callipygian Ideal
Chapter 2.….…Shamrock
Chapter 3.…...Heartbeat Evoked Potentials
Chapter 4.…...Leeks In Garlic Disguise
Chapter 5..…..Illicit Sanguine Isotopes Of Pause
Chapter 5.…..Sliding In Downward Spirals Sophisticated
Chapter 5.…..Winsome Gals Unite In Freeze
Chapter 6.…...Bent
Chapter 7.……Raising Eyebrows Across Oceanic
Claustrophobia

Chapter 1

The Quest for the Callipygian Ideal

The bounce, the tilt, an elegant twist
Hypnotic, diasporic, monolithic
A palpable tremor preaches with each succulent stretch
The visage carries forward into a retreating maelstrom
Of shimmy, shake & stride
Thunderous crème-colored thighs attached to desirous undulation
Classified action delivers mercurial delirious joy
This cool justice deserves more attentive haste

Chapter 2

Shamrock
(partly stolen from Aaron Sorkin)

In my religion
There are explosions
With teeth flying
Pelting unshattered panes of glass
“there’s redemption, crucifixion and an end”
Trembling feet
Running fast
Cacophony, sensationalism
An undying need to organize
Speed quick looks for
Sorrow on the loose
A plethora of signs
Leading to an enlightenment
Of incongruous foolishness
Blind fastidiousness
Elongated kisses
Blushing with epidermal response
Partly anarchical
Fully distrustful
of Devil, the God and Cain

In my insides
Bordering on mathematical mania
Slowing to doe-eyed glum
It’s all beside the point
Certainty beset by paranoidal thirst

Bonus theft (from J.J. Abrams and Jeff Melvoin)

“mom put a hit out on me”
So dad killed her

Chapter 3

Heartbeat Evoked Potentials

I want to listen to my heart
I’ll know when I hear the beat
Some excitement
Adrenaline attraction
Has pounced upon my doorstep

I’ll feel so alive
It hurts
A clear reflection
With steady calm
Invading the center

To prove my metal
My worth
What value lies in silence?
While storms break against the shore
Awake to the dive into the wave

Chapter 4

Leeks In Garlic Disguise

Leeks in garlic disguise
Savory smell evaporating
To taste
Mushrooms sautéed
Ingested, just
A pinch of chopped
Dill weed
Breathes new life
To the perfect finishing touch

Chapter 5

Illicit Sanguine Isotopes Of Pause

A certain discomfort arises
When the needle pinches skin
Envelope surprises
Brain matter fastens onto endorphin bliss
Is beauty touching truth?
Time plasters images around
Corners of synaptic disclosure
Processing numbed exuberance
Retreating in the distance
The selfless center of name, memory
And hope
Left bereft of human quality
The plunger torches the heat seeking
Answered pray

Chapter 5

Sliding In Downward Spirals Sophisticated

When she clowns around
You know she’s not high
Her pretty smile masking
An unnamed pain

Jane hides her prickly demon
With flirty hints
That she can be touched
Until you try and find out better

I saw her once
In the dungeon
That claimed itself her home
Not a bit of recognition came my way

The day the slide goes too deep
I won’t be a witness
I’ll remember the tip-toe laughter
With the sophisticated lilt

Chapter 5

Winsome Gals Unite In Freeze

Comfortable as lovers
Satisfied with friends

They like to spook
Your sense of shame

Hold marathons in your honor
Pleasure being an act of some pact
They hold together
With each distraction
Each dismount

Easy warmth that touches only skin
Miles from any equality
You’re just looking in

When the show is over
They depart arm in arm
Winsome gals unite in freeze

The whole wide world
Shut out

Chapter 6

Bent

flutter batting ghostly against glass
chills decided fluent in regress
fear despises intelligence
that sees without inherent blindness
blown from aquatic sensibilities

with that touch of contrariety
the opposite shore pushes randomly
deluged thoughtlessness rampant
stop time in emotion killing it
bent as in on

Chapter 7

Raising Eyebrows Across Oceanic Claustrophobia

raising eyebrows across oceanic claustrophobia
not needing the feel of passion police
putting the quarters way down
deep fit into the pockets
it's meant as accidental
yet planned right down to the subplot

she's knocking fists back up the mouth-piece
lately seen as a cock robber
she's more than willing
to cadaver her way into the scene
but the momentous glide through torture
is seen as a neglect of tangible crime

this mention of methodology
will queer the seeds of intrigue
she'll fester dark indoors
catch the glam despite her charm
the nutcase latches on heedlessly
no courteous apologies suffice

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A South Park Adventure

2005-01-15T06:22:55Z

Backing Into The Future

Synopsis
Cartman and Butters are in the basement building a time machine, to their amazement, it actually works. In the blink of an eye, they find themselves in the future.

Cartman: Hand me the wrench.
Butters: I still don't understand what you're trying to do.
Cartman: I am building a time machine. Give me the electro-spanner modulator.
Butters: We don't have one.
Cartman: Goddammit. Let me have the tweezers.
Butters: Are we going back in time or forward?
Cartman: Asshole, we can't go back, we might kill one of our ancestors and cease to exsist.
Butters: Oh. I guess then we are just making a faster-than-light hyper-drive, we'll travel forward in time relativistically.
Cartman: When you put it that way, you make it sound like its not a big deal. We're going to the fucking future asswipe. Okay. Almost done. The next stage is very critical. Dim the lights.
(The machine begins to hum and glow.)
Cartman: Son-of-a-bitch! It's working.
Butters: Er, gee Cartman. It really is working. What are you using for a power source?
Cartman: A Martian rock, Kenny found it just before he died.
Butters: Criminey! That could be dangerous.
Cartman: Shut the fuck up! Here we go. Next stop, the future.
(The hum and glow stop.)
Cartman: I think we're here.
Butters: Where?
Cartman: Not where. When. We are in the future. Awesome!
Butters; How can you tell? Everything looks the same. Nothing has changed.
Cartman: Quiet Butters. We're going outside. The future awaits.
(The basement was a localized anomaly. Outside everything had changed. They had traveled a 1000 years.)
Butters: Wow Cartman! Flying cars. You really did it.
Cartman: This should teach you to never doubt my authoritay. Look. Here comes someone walking toward us.
Son-of-a-bitch! He looks a little like Chef. Only taller and a lot more intelligent. Fuck! His head is huge.
Chef's descendant: Hello children. I see you made it in one piece. Congratulations.
Butters: You know who we are?
Chef: Sure. Your arrival was predicted over 500 years ago. We've been tracking you...
Cartman: Holy shit! This is fucken awesome. You're a relative of Chef aren't you.
Chef: That's right Eric. Fortunately my ancestor survived the explosion caused by your time machine.
Butters: Fuck!
Chef: Most of South Park was leveled, very few escaped total annihilation.
Cartman: You mean you're the only descendant left from the past?
Chef: Pretty much. Of course, Kenny survived somehow. That child dies a lot, but keeps coming back.
Butters: This is unbelievable.

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Dancers edge closer

2005-01-13T06:42:00Z

One night I noticed someone on the ballroom floor I had never seen before. I knew her partner, a technically correct instructor without a bit of soul. Still, a perfectly serviceable gentleman. My partner was a vivacious little number, who danced with all the charm and grace of an angel taught by Ginger Rogers. She was also my cousin, who was looking to make a date later that night with the mysterious man in blue suede leather, who could Tango as if inside a tornado, without a single hair out of place. Oh yeah, he was smooth. It was enough for me to be dancing with Liz, (my cousin) without getting a hard on for him as well. You say women don't get hardons? Ask one sometime, the myth of women will astound you. I steered Liz closer to the side of dance floor, where my as yet unknown partner-to-be was gliding. Heaven had arrived on earth. The music stopped, Liz moved away in search of cool personified. My luck was turning green, Jake, the technocrat, had the bladder of a chipmunk, he excused himself and I made so bold to ask for the next dance. "Hello, may I introduce myself, I am Paul, I could not help to notice the way you move, it is enough to take one's breath away, I would be honored to have the pleasure of the next dance." She did not immediately reply, but smiled, took my offered hand, as the music began again, a bit of a slow waltz. I hardly even heard, she edged a little closer and whispered in my ear, "I once took a lesson from you when I was twelve. Do you remember me now?"

"What's your name?"
"Carla."
"I remember a skinny kid who couldn't dance."
"How am I doing now?"
"I think you took some lessons from a better teacher."
"I was just at an awkward stage, you were a great teacher. I had a crush on you."
"Had? I'm getting crushed right now."
"I moved on. I grew up."

The music stopped.

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2005-01-13T06:36:53Z

"May I kiss you then? On this miserable paper? I might as well open the window and kiss the night air."
Franz Kafka

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raising eyebrows across the oceanic claustrophobia

2005-01-13T05:29:52Z

raising eyebrows across the oceanic claustrophobia
not needing the feel of passion police
putting the quarters way down
deep fit into the pockets
it's meant as accidental
yet planned right down to the subplot

she's knocking fists back up the mouth-piece
lately seen as a cock robber
she's more than willing
to cadaver her way into the scene
but the momentous glide through torture
is seen as a neglect of tangible crime

this mention of methodology
will queer the seeds of intrigue
she'll fester dark indoors
catch the glam despite her charm
the nutcase latches on heedlessly
no courteous apologies suffice

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gibberish

2005-01-13T05:07:13Z

cooked lately in stovetop isinglass
starched white songjelly
illicit sanguin isotopes of pause
betterment cascades of crunch
fluid drops delightly saffron
neglected glues strongly fashioned
mixed matted hair streams of marlarkey
and the paste was well-heeled and oiled
sliding downward spirals sophisicated
such the rhummy fist defensive joust
peaceniks prowl alleys in sidelong glances
raising eyebrows across the oceanic claustrophobia

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Lies

2005-01-12T05:45:00Z

You don’t wanna know what happens at night
You don’t wanna hear a song that’s not sung right
You know what you’re gonna do
You’re gonna ask anyway
Well that’s okay
All I can say
It’s dark and gory, a whole lotta story
It’s dark and glory, a whole lotta story

Are you ready to jump through the hoops?
Can you scream and yell bloody whoops?
It’s what you’ve been trained to do
You’re gonna go out and kill
It won’t even seem real
What a fucked-up deal
It’s dark and gory, a whole lotta story
It’s dark and glory, a whole lotta story

You wanna know where this all leads
You wanna know who do you have to please
What do you wanna do?
Just tell’em hell no
You ain’t gonna go
What’s left to know?
It’s dark and gory, a whole lotta story
It’s dark and glory, a whole lotta story

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