From Gas to Sauce [News Poem, May 18, 2010]

From Gas to Sauce [News Poem, May 18, 2010]

You mean I could have packed
Myself inside a trunk,
And floated past the bridge?
A riptide could have pulled
Me past baleen and shells,
Along the sandy coast?
A crab to pinch my ass,
The clams to laugh at me?

And long before I'd get
Too far, I'd snag upon
The brownish-greenish kelp.
Too far from rescuers,
I'd sink below the leaves
And watch the tide possess
The bladders filled with air:
A message for my home.

“The unidentified woman was white or a light-skinned Latina and appeared to be in her 30s, police said. Her body was in the fetal position inside the case, which was found near Folsom Street and the Embarcadero about 8:45 a.m... A young child walking on the Embarcadero noticed the suitcase and alerted a relative, who called authorities...”
– Jaxon Van Derbeken, San Francisco Chronicle, May 18, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/05/18/BAMG1DGLO6.DTL


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Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]

Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]
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My day would be completely PERFECT if I Didn't
have INDOSAT crash right in front of the high school.

fly me AWAY from the moon
AWAY from high school.
to love. I need a new sidekick.

Meet me in outer space.
Nobody is perfect here
THERE or really anywhere.
I have a lil secret. . .
I am nobody.
Nobody is perfect
Therefore, I am perfect!

I get a lot of people threatening my life
because I catch them in my high school.
I may just ship them on a satellite
when I get bored with them.

I just heard a story that would curl your toes
& enrage you all at the same time.
after hours of agony in orbit
my last boyfriend
crashed going 2 mph right outside the high school.

People have a capacity for evil that always surprises.


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