See Dick [Guest News Poem, May 15, 2010, by Cuff Link]

See Dick
By Cuff Link
You like sandwiches? Dick likes ‘em too. Dick likes sandwiches that give him gas and vapid thoughts that fill his happy nose. Do you like dreams? Dick likes ‘em. Big dreams about smoking grass on Dick’s boat. Surprised? Surprised to hear that Dick's brain has two sides? Well that is disconcerting. What if Dick woke up in the wrong brain? No yacht, no grass, no mood to swing from just the overwhelming temptation to huddle into a “life fire zone”.

How weird. What a weird thing to happen. What an odd Dick thought. No more Dick love for sandy beaches, two arms full of Thai hooker. Rock hard thoughts moving us toward the water’s edge. Just an idea’s kiss, lightning bug movement into blue light. Like feeling 7.62 rip through your liver? Falling face down into that swollen funnel of conscious. once massaged with toasted rye bread and a little prosciutto. “Oh this sucks,” Dick might say. A futile hand pressed to the side, staunching the flow of all those thoughts. A grimaced glance up toward the sky. “Now why would I do that?” Says Dick. “The thought of it just makes me hungry.”

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/05/14/the-windows-of-the-soul-need-cleaning
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/16/world/asia/16thai.html?ref=world

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For more Cuff Link go to http://warehouseforidlewords.blogspot.com and don't forget to read The Chicken Whisperer

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SUNFLOWERS [Guest News Poem, May 15, 2010 by Jeff Chon]

SUNFLOWERS [Guest News Poem, May 15, 2010 by Jeff Chon]
Jeff Chon

We always love the ones who snap
our stems, steal us away
and run bony fingers along
our petals. They only want
to be our sunlight, so we nuzzle
against their piebald ribcages,
outstretched like heliotropic children.

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5ilXEqf0sc9JQZXW3OfMl9YCYUkiAD9FMP94G1

Jeff Chon edits http://visatergo.wordpress.com. You can also read him at http://jeffchon.blogspot.com

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Autumn Stargazer [Today's News Poem, May 15, 2010]

Autumn Stargazer [Today's News Poem, May 15, 2010]

I panicked. I drank it. I sucked up the river.
The jungle was slimy, the ocean was salty,
The desert was arid; I lounged on the prairie.
I burped up the bones of the fish in the ocean.
The plankton consumed it, I'm certain they flourished.
And somewhere a creature subsists on my garbage.
I'm certain that something evolves in the sewer.
I claw through the mountains in search of my succor
In baubles; like rubies and diamonds. The treasure
In heaps in my pasture looks heady. The seasons
Are changing. My belly is full, but the omens
Are certain. I ponder my fate from my vista—
The oak—and I notice the cosmos are shining.

“On Friday there was renewed panic selling and the euro slid to an 18-month low against the dollar after reports that French president Nicolas Sarkozy threatened to pull his country out of the single currency to force Germany to agree to the multi-billion rescue plan. Trichet said: "There is always the danger of contagion in the market. And this can happen very quickly, sometimes within a few hours."”
– Julia Kollewe, The Observer, Sunday 16 May 2010
http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2010/may/16/european-central-bank-president-warns-crisis-war

“A $1 trillion rescue package unveiled at the week's start gave only temporary relief to investors, who are increasingly worried about the impact of the crisis on the global recovery and the euro. ”
– Caroline Valetkevitch, Reuters, May 14, 2010 8:48pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE64D6NL20100515

“Four East African states have signed an agreement to seek more water from the River Nile - a move strongly opposed by Egypt and Sudan. ”
– BBC, 16:18 GMT, Friday, 14 May 2010 17:18 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8682387.stm

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Gard Your Hart From the Clones [Twitter Found Poem May 15, 2010]

Gard Your Hart From the Clones [Twitter Found Poem May 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

finding You on a subway
with all these creepers on THE train
You asked "Why is he wearing such silly hats?"
I said "with all these Clones
with all these lil kids that fall out in the middle of the street,
with needy people who always crying
I am sick of Being jealous.”

I speak of BELiEViNG THE UNBELiEVABLE.
I speak of Helen and Theseus!!!
We French kissed on a subway train.
You tore my clothes right off.

Craziness is like heaven.
You tore my my brain right off.
You left my hart in the middle of the street.
and said You killed 108 ppl.
You said I have to go crazy.


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Haunted Androids [Mixed-Media Collaboration, May 15, 2010; Art by R Toady, Poetry by K.W.]

Haunted Androids
Art by Rutherford Toady
Poetry by Khakjaan Wessington

I) Genesis of the Lament
Seized and snipped, placenta
Bagged then burned, they branded...
Mother! Doctors etched an
Order, “Live” upon my
Brow! All wet with after
Birth—the lights were blinding.
Greenish curtains bore the
Yolk from which I burst. An
Angel said before my
Birth, the drain creates an
Eye with steady gaze that
Meets the rinser's guilty
Glance. My best dregs gurgled.

II) Homunculus Adopts the Golem
Through the slivers of clouds comes a beam
For the evening: the moon is my rune
In the night. So I follow the seams:
Through the yards, and the fences on dune.
May the cobwebs protect me! I crept.
I was drawn to the chorus I heard.
It was beautiful croaking—I wept
In the mists and the doorway. A bird
Made of leather was perched on a stand.
She's the sister of golems—the hen
For my skull—and she hatched me a wren
From my scalp. I extended my hand.

Rutherford Toady is also a great writer. Go to http://carrioncall.blogspot.com for more art and poetry.

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The King is a Pawn [Today's News Poem, May 14, 2010]

The King is a Pawn [Today's News Poem, May 14, 2010]

The endgame approaches. The pieces are playing
On boards that they own, for the pawn is the monarch
When fending a square from attackers: its battles,
Predestined by mystery masters. Their plans are
Inscrutable: patient conspiracies playing
The King as the puppet. Invisible forces
Resolve what's uncertain for chessmen: they struggle
As gambits unfold and the game's been determined.

“At least eight people were killed and up to 121 injured during a day of violence between anti-government protesters and troops which drew months of stand-off in Bangkok closer to an endgame.”
– The Times Online, May 14, 2010
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/asia/article7126802.ece

“A chaotic day of deadly street violence in southern Kyrgyzstan ended Friday with the interim government retaking control of administration buildings in two southern cities.”
– Andrew E. Kramer, The New York Times, May 14, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/15/world/asia/15kyrgyz.html

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Demon Face Warp Final Exam [Twitter Found Poem, May 14, 2010]

Demon Face Warp Final Exam [Twitter Found Poem, May 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

feel so stupid now. I'm trying
study study test for Wednesday.
CON-CEN-TRATE.
learning the demon face warp.
i am terrified that i'm going to spell myself
into a super cute oil powered spike covered snake
for Wednesday test, forever!!

well... I did it !! I passed the test
forever. my face work no more.
it's broken !!

"Oh how awesome work is with no power" ????
you Think it's "bad ass" to be
a super cute oil powered spike covered snake
forever????

i am learning how oil would stay
with me FOREVER.
no awesome solar-powered fire
powered demon face for you no more.
fall off the face of the earth
JUmp Off A Cliff..
i am learning how to transform
the broken earth into fire fire
fire fire fire fire fire fire!!!!

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Supercrook Flies Up Up And Away [Today's News Poem, May 13, 2010]

Supercrook Flies Up Up And Away [Today's News Poem, May 13, 2010]

Tuning to news and catching the clip:
Cops in pursuit of robbers—or twits.
Packing the drive in briefcase, I watch
Shots on the freeway-fantasy-trip;
Calling my banker: “wire me my split.”
Burning my files, I finish my scotch.
Clients are screaming curses—I think.
Disconnect phones, I watch as they clink
Cuffs on the rookie driving to jail.
Flight's in two hours. Up is my bail.

“Authorities say they've captured a bank robbery suspect in Long Beach following a freeway chase and a shooting but the four-hour hunt continues for possible accomplices. He was captured Thursday afternoon when tear gas flushed him from a hiding place under Interstate 405. The gas sparked a brushfire on a freeway median that was quickly contained.”
– The Associated Press, 05/13/2010 03:10:59 PM PDT
http://www.mercurynews.com/news/ci_15079582?nclick_check=1

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FOR SALE [Toylit Classifieds, May 13, 2010, by Rytis]

FOR SALE
By Rytis

1993 Nissan Pathfinder SE - $1500
(New York City - Times Square Area)

V6, automatic, 3rd owner 178,625 miles (I only did 40), engine runs strong, doesn't burn or use oil, good 4wd and drivetrain, solonoid sticks sometimes - a few clicks, then it starts. there's either a crack in vacuum line on the intake manifold, or the fuel pump is on the way out, because you have to keep a little pressure on the gas pedal after it warms up - or it'll stall. good heat. pistons that hold up rear hatch needs to be replaced. some body rust, mainly in front and back of rear wheelwell. a little recent smoke damage, but it'll air out. this truck never let me down. all she needs is a little tlc. thanks for looking.

good 31" yokahama tires
rebuilt tranny
custom dual exhaust
power windows
power locks
seat warmers
sunroof
cruise
remote start (doesn't work dammit)
sony 10 disc shuffle
front bangbar
WMD mudflaps

oh, there's some stuff in the back seat: a box of fertilizer (planting a garden?), some unused fireworks (great for the kids for 4th of july). also a couple of propane tanks for a barbecue, and even some full gas cans for that extra long road trip if you want to hit the road. I am. I'm leaving the country and must sell immediately, my flight for Dubai leaves yesterday if you know what i mean.

Tried to donate it Viacom for their next Comedy Central South Park episode, but they said no thanks. Those guys are really culturally insensitive with their depictions of Mohammed, praised be his name. If you share my mid eastern values I can give you some great ideas of what you can do with this truck. if not, she still purrs like a kitten and will get you to the mosque on Fridays.

- Location: Times Square
- It's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests unless you're selling a detonator that really works

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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!

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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?

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

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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

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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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