Cadmium Won't Scare My Brain Into A Pretzel [Guest News Poem, June 4, 2010, Misti Rainwater-Lites]

Cadmium Won't Scare My Brain Into A Pretzel [Guest News Poem, June 4, 2010, Misti Rainwater-Lites]
Misti Rainwater-Lites

In an ideal dream panties golden
goddess lipstick world I would be
eating black olives and feta cheese
and drinking a bottle of German Eiswein
by the twinkle tease of dead stars
near gargantuan ocean prettier than
an amethyst and much less placid

I am in bum fucked up the sweaty ass Texas
eating burnt popcorn drinking cheap
but excellent pinot noir listening to John Lennon
wail his love and lust for Yoko Ono
via YouTube

thus.
cadmium exposure via McDonald's
Shrek glasses ain't the heaviest thing
on my mind, boo
I don't live in this world
I float over it
lonelier yet fatter than a Gulf Coast cloud
pissing my petulant rain
on Mardi Gras parades

God! Send me a hurricane!
Send me a reason to evacuate.
All my meals
are happy.

“McDonald's is recalling 12 million drinking glasses featuring characters from the "Shrek" movie series because the paint used contains cadmium, which can pose health risks.”
– Julianne Pepitone, CNN Staff Writer, June 4, 2010
http://money.cnn.com/2010/06/04/news/companies/mcdonalds_recall/index.htm?hpt=Sbin

More Misti Rainwater-Lites here: http://ubiquitousdandelion.blogspot.com/

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The Bargain [Bonus Poem Collaboration, June 4, 2010, Art: Rutherford Toady (rtoady), Poetry: Khakjaan Wessington (KW)]

The Bargain [Bonus Poem Collaboration, June 4, 2010, Art: Rutherford Toady (rtoady), Poetry: Khakjaan Wessington (KW)]

Art: Rutherford Toady
Poetry: Khakjaan Wessington

I sleep with a basket of cans at my feet.
My monitor flickers. The teevee recites
Some facts on the tidepools not far from my street.
My pizza is finished, the darkness invites
A script from my dreams, where I live on the edge
And snap at the gleanings; the vomit the bay
Has served for my dinner. I watch. On the ledge,
Abutting the rocks—not decayed—dare I pray
For miracles? Pinching its neck with my claws?
Its fat and its alien warmth in my jaws?

More Rutherford Toady at http://carrioncall.blogspot.com

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The Main Course [Today's News Poem, June 4. 2010]

The Main Course [Today's News Poem, June 4. 2010]

The scales of the fish are of welds and of rivets.
Its gills are atomic, its fangs are its missiles.
And skipping the swells and the waves in migration,
It hunts for its prey—since the rule of the ocean
Is 'eat what is smaller.' Composite-hulled eagles
Observe from the sky, with their eyes made of lenses—
Their talons of gatling. A shark in the water
Was launched by a whale, and this shark drinks the bubbles
That form in the tide. With a turbine, it's speeding;
All teeth and no brain—and it's perfectly suited
To dine on the metal, to play with explosions.
The liquid is churning. The predators gather
Their forces together: the feast is beginning.

“It was not clear what action South Korea was seeking from the Security Council for the sinking of its warship, the Cheonan, which the South says was torpedoed by the North in March. But any Security Council action would have to be approved by China, an ally of the North, which holds a veto in the council.”
– Aubrey Belford, The New York Times, June 4, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/05/world/asia/05korea.html

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Get Your Head Out of the Game—Your Ass is on the Line [Twitter Found Poem, June 4, 2010]

Get Your Head Out of the Game—Your Ass is on the Line [Twitter Found Poem, June 4, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I saw you last night at the game with your goon squad.
the game: where lying, cheating degenerates prosper.
the game: where Sick bastards start calling all the shots.

I cant believe that we have such sick, twisted degenerates
calling all the shots. calling themselves the boss.
In order to win Game 2 of The #Finals, the twisted degenerates
take a shot at Your head. they shoot... they score!

PUT THE GAME IN their hands.
raise their hands IN THE Air
like they Just dont care.
PUT THE GAME IN their hands
& start calling them boss.
we have such sick, twisted degenerates
calling the shots IN THE Game.
You people are beyond help.

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