Laugh at the Mule and you DIE!!
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Friday, July 16, 2010
CombatWords for July 16-18 Over at Trickwithaknife
Shoot at the mule and you'll have to apologize.
Laugh at the Mule and you DIE!!
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Laugh at the Mule and you DIE!!
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Square Yard of Space in Space [Today's News Poem, July 16, 2010]
Square Yard of Space in Space [Today's News Poem, July 16, 2010]
My sentence commuted, I lived in the yardage
Raskolnikov mentioned for beasts in the city.
My lovers were gulls and they rode on the thermals;
Surveying the prison surrounded by ocean.
And outside the refuse is clattering—rolling
Away and I climbed out my window to listen
For sirens and buses—emergency's traces.
The panes in the walls of the cubes in the boxes
Are shows that I watch. I consider the reasons
They're jailed in this canyon of echoing menace.
Descending the ladder, I walk to the parklet:
A sliver with tenants that predate this prison.
A netting of cables and boughs keeps me grounded.
And even the peak of the hill I've ascended
Is crowned with a cloud that is punctured with spotlights:
A halo of glamor; the urban sky glowing.
I notice antennae are pointed directly
Above us, to space and away from our planet.
“While these structures spring from the clash and synthesis of Adam Smith and Mao Zedong, they also reflect the breakneck speed at which sprawl is entangling cities worldwide. ”
– Christoph Gielen and Tim Doody, The New York Times, July 16, 2010
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/07/16/chinas-instant-cities/?hp
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My sentence commuted, I lived in the yardage
Raskolnikov mentioned for beasts in the city.
My lovers were gulls and they rode on the thermals;
Surveying the prison surrounded by ocean.
And outside the refuse is clattering—rolling
Away and I climbed out my window to listen
For sirens and buses—emergency's traces.
The panes in the walls of the cubes in the boxes
Are shows that I watch. I consider the reasons
They're jailed in this canyon of echoing menace.
Descending the ladder, I walk to the parklet:
A sliver with tenants that predate this prison.
A netting of cables and boughs keeps me grounded.
And even the peak of the hill I've ascended
Is crowned with a cloud that is punctured with spotlights:
A halo of glamor; the urban sky glowing.
I notice antennae are pointed directly
Above us, to space and away from our planet.
“While these structures spring from the clash and synthesis of Adam Smith and Mao Zedong, they also reflect the breakneck speed at which sprawl is entangling cities worldwide. ”
– Christoph Gielen and Tim Doody, The New York Times, July 16, 2010
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/07/16/chinas-instant-cities/?hp
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UNBELIEVERS Pledge Allegiance to the Flag [#twitterfoundpoem July 16, 2010]
UNBELIEVERS Pledge Allegiance to the Flag [#twitterfoundpoem July 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
You secretly root for the villain.
HELLBOUND HEPCATS, UNBELIEVERS,
GRAVEYARD JUNKIES.... You root for them all.
your heart feels heavy and You secretly feel defeated.
and You wonder how those who have lost their mind
find that special someone next to them.
You wonder if they all secretly root for the villain.
You root for the junkie when he takes stolen goods
to a drug dealer in exchange for narcotics.
You root for the cop when he bashes the head
of a defeated man. You wonder how a Hero
could look like a villain as You secretly take
stolen goods to your dealer in exchange for narcotics
and pledge allegiance to the flag.
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Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
You secretly root for the villain.
HELLBOUND HEPCATS, UNBELIEVERS,
GRAVEYARD JUNKIES.... You root for them all.
your heart feels heavy and You secretly feel defeated.
and You wonder how those who have lost their mind
find that special someone next to them.
You wonder if they all secretly root for the villain.
You root for the junkie when he takes stolen goods
to a drug dealer in exchange for narcotics.
You root for the cop when he bashes the head
of a defeated man. You wonder how a Hero
could look like a villain as You secretly take
stolen goods to your dealer in exchange for narcotics
and pledge allegiance to the flag.
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