SWAT the Revolutionary Dolphin Turtle [Twitter Found Poem, May 13, 2010]

SWAT the Revolutionary Dolphin Turtle [Twitter Found Poem, May 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Solution for oil spill and leak. Set it ON FIRE.
an eternally burning oil fire.
use the swat team: Outnumbered but never outgunned.
they are adorable even though
they are barely picking up everyones trash...

the swat team turned from the fire
cus there's a bank robber in the bushes.
Like 20 SWAT members have automatic weapons
pointed on one Dolphin turtle bank robber.

You can jail a Revolutionary Dolphin turtle
but you can't jail the Revolution.
black guy deaths are Nothing.
Revolutionary Dolphin turtle deaths
are less than Nothing.
You can gun down a Revolutionary Dolphin turtle
in Richmond near the oil refinery buyin some CRACK.
You can Set it ON FIRE
because a Revolutionary Dolphin turtle
Has no friends
no ATTORNEY
no black panthers to keep fighting for them.
SWAT doesn't hate Revolutionary Dolphin turtle
as people. they hate them as reptiles.

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Choke on the Bit [Guest News Poem, May 13, 2010, By Rutherford Toady]

Choke on the Bit
By Rutherford Toady

Welcome to the triple-X ranch, where we work hard to break the faux-virginal sissypants pop smears, who in reality are far from pure and in fact have been repeatedly molested by impotent politicians wearing giant strap-ons molded in the shape of their favorite popes. After being buggered by a Pius XXX phallus for years, young stallions such as Justin Bieber can’t help but hurl up wall after wall of protective stony smiles, the ivory fences of their pearly whites being the only part of them not yet scrimshawed with the graffiti tags of corporate logos. The fillies fare even worse; take Miley Cyrus, her tween twat long since marked with the mark of the bestialist, her bust wet from the slobberings of every linebacker faggot who could unclog the blow from his nostrils long enough to get his pecker hard enough to pork her prepubescent pussy. Eventually the scorch-marks from the branding irons scab over and these girls stop shitting bits of cellphone into the bloody basin every morning, stop vomiting up the gobs of spermy vodka that get caught in the backs of their throats like an extra uvula. Yes, eventually our little Britneys and Lilos grow up and become the glassy-eyes nags they were always destined to be, singing with sandpaper rasps and shaving their snatches like they were still thirteen. We put them out to pasture then, but only after riding them into the dirt, those skeletal cumbags whose bloated udders will soon scrape the ground like swollen condoms. We scratch our names in their hides with our spurs, laugh when they get their hooves caught in their own stirrups. We ride them fast and ride hard, and keep plying them with visions of apples and sugarcubes, and when they complain that we don’t deliver the goods, we remind them that this poor falling-apart old world could always use a little more glue. Now, giddy the fuck up!

--

Visit R. Toady's site: http://carrioncall.blogspot.com

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Shithouse Lane, USA [Bonus Twitter Found Poem May 12, 2010]

Shithouse Lane, USA [Bonus Twitter Found Poem May 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

i am shithouse.
i am smell like cat piss.
i did not come to this country for that.
Having sharp memory is great,
but to forget the ability is better.

you called meowing today.
Where is my ability to forget?
i am having serious costume regret.
you can't turn an inventor into house maid!

i am sold dignity and respect for kitty litter.
i did not come to this country for that.
Having a sharp memory is not great,
i am shithouse. such arre my regret
HAHAHAH! and yes, thats why everyone was meowing today.
you called today with kittens
you don't care if i am sold
dignity and respect for kitty litter.
you don't care i am afraid of you.

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Blood for the Pasture [Today's News Poem, May 12, 2010]

Blood for the Pasture [Today's News Poem, May 12, 2010]

Unnoticed in smog, the specter emerges
Its smile can be seen in traces of cinder
From bellows. The visage revels in freedom
To wander the office; sputtering faxes
And ringing the phonelines. Finally tiring
It slides to the dumpsters: dancing on sewage,
It swims in the gutter. Breaking its record
Of hauntings, it hops on gusts that fly over
The ocean and schoolyards, bringing the fashion
To circuit. The ancient pastors would slaughter
Their offerings, praising spirits that shuttle
Through worlds we can't see, yet summoned for causes
So drastic an era banished the phantoms
To cages. They waited. Faith is returning
For cobwebs and superstitions and notions
Of ghosts in the fog of madness, revealing
The nature of insight: blood for the pasture.

“A West Bladen High School student was injured Wednesday in an after-school shooting on campus, according to the Bladen County Sheriff's Office.”
– Fay Observer, 05:43 PM, Wed May 12, 2010
http://www.fayobserver.com/articles/2010/05/12/998415?sac=Home

“An 18-year-old suspect accused in the deadly shooting of a Yates High School student is scheduled to appear in court on Thursday after surrendering to authorities on Tuesday.”
– ALEXANDER SUPGUL, MyFox Houston, 12 May 2010, 1:09 PM CDT
http://www.myfoxhouston.com/dpp/news/local/100512-brian-chidozie-ezike-surrender

“Unlike perpetrators of several of the previous four attacks, 48-year-old Wu Huanming exhibited no signs of mental illness, according to residents of Lincheng village in southwest Shaanxi province. He was well-off by local standards, and a respected member of the village government.”
– Shai Oster, The Wall Street Journal, MAY 13, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704250104575239280832031728.html?mod=WSJ_hpp_MIDDLENexttoWhatsNewsThird

“A TSA worker at Miami International Airport in Florida was arrested for allegedly assaulting a co-worker who had repeatedly teased him about the size of his genitals.”
– Marnie Hunter, CNN, May 7, 2010 3:29 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/TRAVEL/05/06/tsa.scanner.assault/?hpt=T3

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Burn the Gulf [Twitter Found Poem, May 12, 2010]

Burn the Gulf [Twitter Found Poem, May 12, 2010]

All those animals polluting our oil...
You Don't Realize How Dependent You Are On
animals Until they Are gone...
oh well, at least i have Yummy pepper spray
in case @GaryJBusey gets frisky.

Technology Is nearly Gone...
Because of the oil sploosh
some folks are bound to contemplate the true cost
of plant dependency, right? RIGHT?
Because of the oil sploosh,
Because Technology Is nearly Gone...
i have to cook @GaryJBusey in the gulf
oil spill and Burn the gulf
to get whatever i need.

I'm so Dependent On pepper spray
and i get into all kinds of naughty trouble today
and animals and Technology Is nearly Gone...
i'll make a hybrid electric plant
made out of All those leftover animals
to get whatever i need.
i won't contemplate the true cost of dependency.
I hope it should fix itself up tomorrow!

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Pronounced Model Land [Repost of Guest News Poem, May 11 2010, by Misti Rainwater-Lites]

Pronounced Model Land
Misti Rainwater-Lites

Tyra Banks, fairy godpimp
to many a wannabe Gisele Bunchen,
is a literary genius, poised to take
the world by storm with Modelland.
In Modelland the boys and girls
shit strawberry fat free ice cream
and there is no unrequited love
or mediocre hair days. Everyone
is, like, totally hot and all the skyscrapers
are mirrored and the cotton candy clouds
only rain confetti and lingerie.
Choo choo. All aboard for Modelland.
Make me a believer, make this size fourteen
Texas baby mama believe
that such a place exists
and there is room at the inn for me.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/books/05/11/Tyra.banks.book.ppl/index.html?hpt=Sbin

To read more Misti Rainwater-Lites, go to http://ubiquitousdandelion.blogspot.com

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Thanks For the Ride [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 11, 2010]

Thanks For the Ride [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 11, 2010]

I can't believe I actually found taking my thumbprints fun
And the toilet water was delicious!!!!!
taking a ride with you Gorillas
having my arm broken And being
covered in blood... Wow that was the most
fun I had in my life.
please don't Soak me again.
I Want to keep my thumbprints please.
I like to breathe.
I survived to be friends with you.
Please keep friends like me
around just in case hell grades on a curve.

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Drink-Up. Double-Down [Today's News Poem, May 11, 2010]

Drink-Up. Double-Down [Today's News Poem, May 11, 2010]

The sacred equation's been factored at last.
Collateral gains are the method of chance.
With losses insured, the casino baksheesh
Is kicked to the lobbies—to party elites.
To zero the players the winnings are taxed.
To balance the numbers, house credit expands,
And likewise the house, which resembles Versailles.
The mirrors have cameras, the dining's refined;
The house pays your bills 'till you're zeroed and out—
Who rescues the weak? It's the strong who survive.
Now finish your drink: double-nothing. Your down.

“The European Union (EU) announced a TARP-sized rescue program for its sovereign debt crisis, and relieved global investors sent stock markets surging on Monday.”
– Mark Trumbull, Christian Science Monitor, May 10, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/Money/2010/0510/To-stave-off-Greek-debt-crisis-euro-zone-unveils-its-own-TARP

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Pronounced Model Land [Guest News Poem, May 11, 2010 by Misti Rainwater-Lites]

Pronounced Model Land
Misti Rainwater-Lites

Tyra Banks, fairy godpimp
to many a wannabe Gisele Bunchen,
is a literary genius, poised to take
the world by storm with Modelland.
In Modelland the boys and girls
shit strawberry fat free ice cream
and there is no unrequited love
or mediocre hair days. Everyone
is, like, totally hot and all the skyscrapers
are mirrored and the cotton candy clouds
only rain confetti and lingerie.
Choo choo. All aboard for Modelland.
Make me a believer, make this size fourteen
Texas baby mama believe
that such a place exists
and there is room at the inn for me.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/books/05/11/Tyra.banks.book.ppl/index.html?hpt=Sbin

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The Crushing Gravity of the Situation [Twitter Found Poem, May 11, 2010]

The Crushing Gravity of the Situation [Twitter Found Poem, May 11, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

boredd ?! evil ?!
mock your dreams & aspirations...
ppl who know the least argue the most
For example

my office crush is influenced by the object of said crush
I think the effect of fact is finite.
it is proportional to the strength of the lie.
the gravity of the object of said crush
is finite, but my delusion is infinite ?!
I can't believe I don't know why
I'm boredd ... why I have dreams & aspirations.
I don't know why gravity is finite
but boredd is infinite...

What's the matter?
If ur ex tries 2 hurt ur feelings by exploding
in a mushroom cloud,
If people laugh and mock at your dreams & aspirations,
just think about the crush of gravity.
FIGHT!!! laugh!!! flaughing
at the mushroom cloud in us all
takes the proportional strength & evil
of Murdoch & Huffington!
the gravity of my delusion is infinite!!!

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COST ANALYSIS [Repost of May 10, 2010 Guest News Poem, by Jeff Chon]

COST ANALYSIS [Guest News Poem, May 10, 2010]
Jeff Chon

How would you feel if I told
you it costs the company

six hundred dollars a week
to walk with my red vest and

PDT holstered, to pace
across scuffed linoleum,

with thirty two watts of
fluorescent tubing washing

my skin a starchy gray, with
Careless Whisper piping through

the speakers, to chase you through
sliding doors, the parking lot,

to tackle you, restrain you,
choke you out, my keys jangling,

huffing and puffing over
a five buck tube of toothpaste?

--
http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/2254316,CST-NWS-shoplift10.article

Go to Chonsense for more Jeff Chon links. Jeff also edits vis a tergo.


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Getting Evil Eyes From Watching Superhot Blood Plasma TV [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 10, 2010]

Getting Evil Eyes From Watching Superhot Blood Plasma TV [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 10, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Every now and then I am struck by the utter malice
and peril inherent to modernity.
Curious fact: I must have replaced my superhot blood plasma
with an extraordinary power from a supernatural source.
Must mean I'm TV soluble.

something seems to cast a spell or influence
over my eye. loving the idea of a hole being drilled in my eye.
Surgery on my eye to drain the infection
from a supernatural source.

don't say the evil eye is the supernatural source.
I'm TV soluble.
I must have replaced myself
with someone else and now
I CAN'T GET ENOUGH TV .

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Tribute of Rust for the Sea [Bonus Poem May 10, 2010]

Tribute of Rust for the Sea [Bonus Poem May 10, 2010]

To the one who offers himself
To the fog with faithless devotion:
The hillside rejects you—the air

Does not want you. Linger alone
If you must, but riptides deny you.
The nighttime is rotten enough.

With the crusts of light from the shards
That are scattered: city in evening
Reflecting the halo of light

Off the moisture-crown in the sky...
And I hover! Somehow the west wind
Promotes me, uplifting me next

To the towers. Signal projects
Me, connecting pebbles—the dwellings—
In mist, and I rust to protect
This lost empire: sand and wave swelling.

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COST ANALYSIS [Guest News Poem, May 10, 2010, by Jeff Chon]

COST ANALYSIS [Guest News Poem, May 10, 2010]
Jeff Chon

How would you feel if I told
you it costs the company

six hundred dollars a week
to walk with my red vest and

PDT holstered, to pace
across scuffed linoleum,

with thirty two watts of
fluorescent tubing washing

my skin a starchy gray, with
Careless Whisper piping through

the speakers, to chase you through
sliding doors, the parking lot,

to tackle you, restrain you,
choke you out, my keys jangling,

huffing and puffing over
a five buck tube of toothpaste?

--
http://www.suntimes.com/news/metro/2254316,CST-NWS-shoplift10.article

Go to Chonsense for more Jeff Chon links. Jeff also edits vis a tergo.

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A New Treasure Isle [Today's News Poem, May 10, 2010]

A New Treasure Isle [Today's News Poem, May 10, 2010]

Sanitize leftovers, place me in bins.
Ripening refuse may travel beyond
Sirens in mourning. The harrowing din
Stresses the senses; the engines respond—

Salvaging trinkets—emitting the sound
Rescues create. The remainder is bagged,
Shipped in containers and sold by the pound.
Cauterize wounds with the garbage we dragged

Out of our houses and into the seas;
Choking the poison with sanitized piles.
Vomited litter: the corpses of trees
Join with the rancid, to form a new isle.


“Ms. Crowley has long hair, a ruddy outdoor complexion, and a sincere manner. She wants to sail west in the next month or two, out to what is called the North Pacific Trash Gyre. Her goal is to start cleaning up the plastic trash that has leaped into social consciousness over the past couple of years. ”
– Paul Van Slambrouck, The Christian Science Monitor, May 10, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/Environment/2010/0510/A-passion-to-clean-up-the-Pacific-Ocean-s-great-garbage-patch

“Engineers are examining whether they can close a failed blowout preventer by stuffing it with trash, said Adm. Thad Allen, the commandant of the Coast Guard.”
– CNN Wire Staff, May 9, 2010 11:06 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/05/09/gulf.oil/?hpt=T2?hpt=C1


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Expiry Date is RIGHT NOW [Twitter Found Poem, May 10, 2010]

Expiry Date is RIGHT NOW [Twitter Found Poem, May 10, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Twitter Bug dance Lets you freak
the pole at The Club like a Replicant.
get back in the groove with
indecent, obscene or menacing
joke dancing. it's illegal for ppl to say
stupid shit on the web now...
But we can dance instead and
freak the pole at The Club...

illegal ppl, REPORT to the airport RIGHT NOW!!!
we plan to blow up a firework in a pigeons ass,
When you and your stupid shit on the web get here...

it's the Groove Yard or the graveyard...
your choice. ALL potential DANCERS
REPORT to the airport. it's illegal for ppl to say
something, everything … Just make ready…
you're on live web now
and you love to freak the pole at The Club
like a Replicant who's just scanned his own
barcode to find his expiry date is RIGHT NOW.

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Harmonic Divergence [Today's News Poem, May 9, 2010]

Harmonic Divergence [Today's News Poem, May 9, 2010]

The shadows exposed to the halogen lighting
Dissolve into streetcars. Together they're praying;
Emitting transcendence: electrical wiring
And ships in the darkness are chanting the mantra
Of faith in the hallows of vascular pathways.
Deliver my shuttle of cargo to surface
And elevate passengers higher and higher
To space if you can—for beyond the top office
Our faith must ascend. If nothing can catch it
I'll stretch in the nothingness, spreading my darkness
Where voids once prevailed and then Jupiter likewise
Will kneel to the 'om' of harmonic convergence
With Heaven and stars—both accompany—singing.

–

“Neanderthals mated with some modern humans after all and left their imprint in the human genome, a team of biologists has reported in the first detailed analysis of the Neanderthal genetic sequence.”
– Nicholas Wade, The New York Times, May 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/07/science/07neanderthal.html

“The European Central Bank, in an aggressive move announced after European governments unveiled their latest response to a spreading sovereign-debt crisis, said it will buy European government and private bonds "to ensure depth and liquidity in those markets which are dysfunctional."”
– JON HILSENRATH, NINA KOEPPEN And BRIAN BLACKSTONE, The Wall Street Journal, MAY 9, 2010, 11:47 P.M. ET
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704307804575234553125502696.html

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Owl City Works the Night Shift [Twitter Found Poem, May 9, 2010]

Owl City Works the Night Shift [Twitter Found Poem, May 9, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Just watched an Oklahoma wind-powered
shopping cart t-bone a truck in the parking lot..
paranormal entity is pretty scary ,, not gonna lie,
paranormal activity is a billion dolla entity!!!
a single animate entity with its own beliefs and desires
sold-out Owl City, thus creating the most powerful entity ever...

put a dome on Owl City.
clean it up. install a Solar powered
non-wood forest thus contributing
to the preservation of forests around the world!

The Owls work the Night shift in the parking lot..
It’s not the work which kills Owl City
It’s the forest dome.
The Owls aint got no money to pay for it.
their rent is past due !

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Iron Woman 3 [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 8, 2010]

Iron Woman 3 [Bonus Twitter Found Poem, May 8, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Happy Ironman Day!!!!
you mommies get a Day
but Ironman gets all year.
you get the Ironman you deserve.

I wish I was him, with everypart of my being
Followers if you know him please do tell him
I want his suit . he can have
baby crying ...
a blue velour track suit...
2 girls 1 cup ...
TWITTER...
forget my probation, just party instead.
instead of Mommy Day
a Happy Iron Mommy year!!!!

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Elements of Attraction [Today's News Poem, May 8, 2010]

Elements of Attraction [Today's News Poem, May 8, 2010]

Awakening Gaia—who slumbers in magma,
Recoiling from birth even now, in the churning
Of iron—intelligence flickers in magnets.
We creep and we fly through the dreams of our hostess.
She's muttering curses. We're misapprehending
The message of burning. The ashes may flutter
And scorch what's not smothered; a gusher in oceans
Ignites on the surface and swims with the currents;
The coal in the seams in the mines is a shadow
Of flames ever spinning and reeling from natal
Exertions. She lusts for the Sun and she pities
Near Luna—it's old and depleted and barren.
The Sun is much finer: alone in the darkness
The system surrounds it, enthralled with attraction.

“British air passengers faced more misery on Saturday as a volcanic ash cloud from Iceland continued to disrupt European flight schedules. ”
– BBC, 22:53 GMT, Saturday, 8 May 2010 23:53 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/8670339.stm

“Gulf fishery managers are bracing for the arrival of oil gushing from a ruptured undersea wellhead off Louisiana's coast since April 20, when the Deepwater Horizon drilling rig under contract with BP Plc exploded. The blast killed 11 crew members, sank the rig and unleashed a spill that could eclipse the 1989 Exxon Valdez disaster in Alaska.”
– Steve Gorman, Reuters, Sat May 8, 2010 1:07am EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6470GI20100508?feedType=RSS&feedName=topNews

“Four hours after an explosion killed at least eight people in Russia's largest coal mine, Raspadskaya, another blast rocked the West Siberian mine, a source in the mine's administration said on Sunday. "The blast took place at about 1:00 a.m. Moscow time," the source said without elaborating. The information is yet to be officially confirmed.”
– RIA Novosti, 03:06 05/09/2010, accessed May 8, 2010, 4:51pm PST
http://en.rian.ru/russia/20100509/158935952.html

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But @beautyfullybrwn,U Already Suckin' Jeremy Bentham's Dick [Twitter Found Poem May 8, 2010]

But @beautyfullybrwn,U Already Suckin' Jeremy Bentham's Dick [Twitter Found Poem May 8, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

4 fat dudes n a beat up toyota ride by
the Prophet Jeremy Bentham wearing
his WORK uniform.
u an They TALK SHIT.

What u couldn't find a babysitter?
the Prophet Jeremy Bentham is on the case .
your kids in the car sleep wit a 5$ foot long and a box of capri suns
while u TALK SHIT .
About what, Yoko Ono?
About u an yr Value ; democracy?
right … stupid.

#WhyYouAtTheClub with 4 fat dudes
and your kids in the car sleep wit
a 5$ foot long and a box of capri suns?
What on earth makes u think
your happiness is a good thing?
What on earth makes u think
your genes are the best genes?

u needs the Prophet to think for You ?
That was not a good idea.
You lie down with 4 fat dudes
and wake again
with your WORK uniform on.

u invest in shoes b4 u invest in Any ideas.
u think about how u suck a dogs dick
before u think about how the Prophet Jeremy Bentham
is not the best babysitter.

yo momma want him get outta my @mentions
but yo kids want to get outta yo car ?
instead u invest in shoes and suck
4 fat dudes n a beat up toyota.

Value democracy in proportion to popularity.


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Fighting Monsters. Becoming Monsters. [Today's News Poem, May 7, 2010]

Fighting Monsters. Becoming Monsters. [Today's News Poem, May 7, 2010]

He's cursed with the urge to avenge what's been stolen.
His generous ways were perverted by horror.
A phantom on edges of murders. He's swollen
With mucus. Denial's the game for explorers

On frontiers of progress. He carries syringes
For ambushes; stalking his quarry with kindness.
He whispers confession as life on the fringes
Is chucked in the dumpster, succumbing to blindness.

His code is of sorrow. He lives as a martyr;
Excising the pedophiles, tricking the tricksters—
The suitcase is filled with explosives to slaughter
The criminals: gangsters and business suit slicksters.

His code—if he has one—destroy the destroyers
Of innocence. Monsters adopt the survivors,
And care for the fry—for they share an employer:
The miserable cycle is history's driver.

“Huff, 42, was killed Monday while responding to a call about gunshots in a vacant home on the 20200 block of Schoenherr in Detroit. Four other officers were injured... Petersen said. "Even people who have no ties to the police, still, it's like they lost part of their fatherhood and protection..." Huff is survived by his wife, Melissa, and a 10-year-old son, Blair. ”
– ZLATI MEYER, Detroit Free Press, May 7, 2010
http://www.freep.com/article/20100507/NEWS01/5070315/1322/Slain-Detroit-cops-sacrifice-honored

“When Faisal Shahzad took his oath of citizenship a year ago, swearing to “support and defend the Constitution and laws of the United States of America against all enemies,” he seemed the model of a legal immigrant success story. Moving from one coveted visa to the next over a decade, he had acquired an M.B.A., a decent job, a wife and two children and a fine suburban home.”
– Nina Bernstein, The New York Times, May 7, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/08/nyregion/08immig.html?hpw

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Le RAGER [Twitter Found Poem, May 7, 2010]

Le RAGER [Twitter Found Poem, May 7, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

the suspicious package in Times Square is a small white cooler
with Schrödinger's Dybbuk inside .
open it yourself ,
DOWNLOAD - Anger.
party in the dybbuk scene.
It's going to be RAGER!

Want to see A SERIOUS MAN again?
shut down the small white cooler
and the homunculus is U !

have a good theory on the selfish nature
of homunculi & the dybbuk scene?
The Associated Press reports that Le Cordon
Bleu can`t contain
Le RAGER House Party tonight
inside a small white cooler in Times Square!

LET'S get this RAGER started!!!
It's going global !
Schrödinger's Dybbuk Army deployed in London.
homunculi arrest the Queen!!!
The Army can`t contain
Le RAGER House Party in Times Square!

with a complete breakfast
U package in a small white cooler
4 u 2 EAT ; when u EAT
with Schrödinger's Dybbuk
& when the homunculus is U
There is nothing u 2 can't do!

They're grrreat!!!

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Instruments of Distraction [Today's News Poem (Sonnet) May 6, 2010]

Instruments of Distraction [Today's News Poem (Sonnet) May 6, 2010]

The politicians claim, biologists
Agree, the fit survive, the rest compete
For dignity. Or ask economists
About your state of mind: you die complete
When healthcare's tapped and zeroed out. Your grave's
Not covered. Pay the out of pocket cost.
Depression's just a state of mind—who saves
When every instant offers something lost?
Tomorrow cannot compensate today,
Nor later, now. The coffee's instant brew,
Remote is by the keyboard, where I play
My instrument's distraction; seeking new
Obsessions–watching monitors for clues,
For purpose: in the instants, I must choose.

“Layoffs have dropped back to pre-recession levels and employers have slowly resumed hiring as the economy recovers from the worst recession since the 1930s. ”
– THE ASSOCIATED PRESS, The New York Times, May 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/07/business/economy/07econ.html?hp

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Apology Letter From My Philosophy Instructor [Twitter Found Poem May 6, 2010]

Apology Letter From My Philosophy Instructor [Twitter Found Poem May 6, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

#MyOnlyQuestionIs where the hell do
I START TROWING UP???!!!
and where the hell
is my philosophy teacher ???
and where am i going ?

Bombs and Bomb threats and No Fly List ppl on planes
Where am I living right now??
WTF is going on in the US???
Got dropped by my econ class.
@TheEconomist told me
she "loved me" but it's hard to believe at times.

I started TROWING UP my hands.
to many fake not real ppl :
where the hell do I find a real
random philosophy saint?

my birth certificate is an apology letter
from the @dalailama "Human happiness and satisfaction
come from within oneself; it is wrong to expect
some final satisfaction from money or a computer."
Home ec is a laugh.

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Dinner and a Movie [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 5, 2010]

Dinner and a Movie [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 5, 2010]

Amok in orbit, chatter bounces back
From whence it came. A galaxy of trash
On television—spewing meme attack—
Receives the signal-nonsense: systems crash,
Reflecting tins of din for dogs and cats...
A mother's giving birth behind a drape...
A starving baby needs your cash—you're fat
Besides... the first ten callers may escape
To Maui... Save yourself to save the world
They say. Who needs the bother? Save your cash
Instead and pray that Ancient Ones unfurled
Their solar sails to take you under lash,
Instead of glass on plate—or worse, just raw—
While teevee shows display. They'll watch with awe.

“Galaxy 15 could threaten nearby satellites because its communications package is stuck on and it may start interfering with its neighbors by siphoning off their signals. It's the first time such an event has ever occurred, and it sent Orbital Sciences, the satellite's builder, on a dash to figure out how to stop the satellite-run-amok.”
– Clara Moskowitz, 6:05 p.m. PT, Tues., May 4, 2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/36919374/ns/technology_and_science-space/

“Hawking’s logic on aliens is, for him, unusually simple. The universe, he points out, has 100 billion galaxies, each containing hundreds of millions of stars. In such a big place, Earth is unlikely to be the only planet where life has evolved... “We only have to look at ourselves to see how intelligent life might develop into something we wouldn’t want to meet. I imagine they might exist in massive ships, having used up all the resources from their home planet. Such advanced aliens would perhaps become nomads, looking to conquer and colonise whatever planets they can reach.””
– Jonathan Leake, The Times Online, April 25, 2010
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/science/space/article7107207.ece

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Prognosis Uncertain [Twitter Found Poem, May 5, 2010]

Prognosis Uncertain [Twitter Found Poem, May 5, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Magic 8 ball, The loud mouth in the crew,
says I have a fear of flying.
I love speaking to the pragmatics
about my only vice: fear! Lol!

I was told that I'm the nicest guy they ever talked to
I d0n't like meat
I love math,
I d0n't like the truth...
I love the messy, emotional drunk.
take advantage of that.
voice your opinion.

be careful: a vegetarian is the best
serial killer of all !
So true! #Dontbescared of the loud mouth in the crew.
they say the quiet ones are worse!!!

u WANT ME TO FOLLOW YOU?
Be careful what you ask for!!!
There are Night's stalkers about you (k)now!
A Good Night's Sleep Saves You From an Early Grave
BUT a messy, emotional drunk
is perfect for the Grim Sleeper.
A Good Night's Sleep Saves You From an Early
new life.

I love to Fight for me
and stay quiet... stay strong .
I take advantage of that.
I'm the nicest guy I ever talked to .

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The Ghosts of Banquo and Icarus [Today's News Poem May 4, 2010]

The Ghosts of Banquo and Icarus [Today's News Poem May 4, 2010]

Floes adrift on lava float away on molten
Clay and grind their teeth together; loosening, then
Crumbling the brittle igneous to boulders,
Else to rifts and canyons. Poles align to colder
Regions, warmer climes, then back again. It shudders;
Vomits rock and ash so hot the vessel's rudders
Fail. The oceans boil the krill. The storks are trailing
Embers, losing feathers, melting skin and wailing.
Splash! The potion's seasoned. Princes feed, while rulers
Sleep in beds of sand and wait for something crueler.

“A tumble in global stocks spread to Asia on Wednesday on heightening fears that Greece's debt woes could spread to other countries.”
– Vikram S Subhedar, Reuters, Wed May 5, 2010 12:28am EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6360JO20100505
“BP Plc is fighting the oil slick menacing the Gulf Coast with more than 150,000 gallons of a detergent-like chemical intended to blend oil and water. ”
– Bloomberg Business Week, May 05, 2010, 12:22 AM EDT
http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-05-05/bp-s-cleanup-uses-detergent-like-chemical-to-attack-oil-slick.html
“Every so often, movements deep within the iron core of the Earth mean that the planet flips its magnetic field; south becomes north and north becomes south. The last reversal was 780,000 years ago, and there are signs that another could be on the way soon. "The strength of the Earth's magnetic field has decreased by nearly eight per cent in the last 150 years," says Nils Olsen of Denmark's National Space Institute. "In some regions it has decreased by 10 per cent in just 20 years."”
– Kate Ravilious, The Telegraph, 10:59PM BST 26 Apr 2010
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/science/7636088/After-the-volcano.-.-.-the-threat-of-further-natural-disasters.html


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Hydrochloric Kool Aid Acid Tests [Twitter Found Poem, May 4, 2010]

Hydrochloric Kool Aid Acid Tests [Twitter Found Poem, May 4, 2010]
Tweets+Edits= #twitterfoundpoem

Drink the last bit of kool aid
No1 is watching U !
go right ahead & Sell yo hawt ass
& have a massive brain hemorrhage.
Sell your imagination to the highest bidder .

ppl get mad
but the next time They need a control tower
They call U in ...
They Sell They hawt ass brain too
the next time They bumhole don't feel safe...
whatever's been crawling through They bumhole
It's a hemorrhage ! ! !
afraid some alien will burst out ?
They should
be worried ! ! !

when ppl leave 4drops of the koolaid
hydrochloric acid Tests
to clean They bumhole
& They afraid some alien will burst out
They call U in ... to wash from dey brain
to dey bumhole wit da hydrochloric acid .

U Tests da koolaid...
U Drink the last bit of kool aid...
U already sold yo hawt ass for sex to the highest bidder ...
U tell em It's safe & dey feel safe again!
but U secretly a therapist...
& U been secretly getting paid by the highest bidder
to crawl through They bumhole
& burst out through They brain ...
surprise ! ! !

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Graveyard Launch to Heaven [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 3, 2010]

Graveyard Launch to Heaven [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 3, 2010]

“The superweeds could temper American agriculture’s enthusiasm for some genetically modified crops. Soybeans, corn and cotton that are engineered to survive spraying with Roundup have become standard in American fields. However, if Roundup doesn’t kill the weeds, farmers have little incentive to spend the extra money for the special seeds.”
– William Neuman and Andrew Pollack, The New York Times, May 3, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/04/business/energy-environment/04weed.html?hpw

The rats will feast on scraps—they'll lick their snouts;
And cats in turn will dine on rodent meat.
Yet both combine their gristle; ground about
In vats, encased as sausages we eat.
We've solved the puzzle-knot of roots with saws
We pulled from stones. A prophecy declared
A greater beast—not red in tooth and claw;
But rather just a midwife who's prepared
To cut the prize away from dying wombs.
The buffalo is white—she's made of bone
And frolics near the graves. The moon's in bloom.
The ragweed, squirrels and dogs collect near stones
That mark the victory of cunning weeds
That chase the moon with fuel the mother bleeds.



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