Don't Waste Your Foodstamps on a Dead Zone [#twitterfoundpoem, September 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
IF U SPEND IT U r crazy.
SPEND the time U barely get,
U crazy fuck,
Trying to decipher friends' experiences?
Trying to see if U learned how to decode delusion?
wtf?
deprive a Friend of oxygen and they will get
desperate as fuck.
delay friends' experiences and see how friendly
they get.
when U listen to a Friend U blow oxygen
out ur unemployed and delusional ass!
don't listen!
don't SPEND the only time U barely get,
the foodstamps of time U barely get,
on a seafood bash Friend dead zone!
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Thursday, September 16, 2010
Don't Waste Your Foodstamps on a Dead Zone [#twitterfoundpoem, September 16, 2010]
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Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Regress [Today's News Poem, September 15, 2010]
Regress [Today's News Poem, September 15, 2010]
Hydra-headed Ouroboros
Snapping faces snapping faces;
Eating but a single finish:
Something starts from nothing; jolting
Matter, antimatter charges
Bare; recycled dividendings—
Likewise, voids expand where pattern
Flourished, leaving just a serpent's
Tooth to sprout a new dynamic.
“Former President Bill Clinton had a very simple - and personal - reason Tuesday to forgive and endorse his longtime Democratic adversary Jerry Brown.
It was in both their interests.”
– Phillip Matier & Andrew Ross, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 15, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/15/BAHD1FDTOQ.DTL
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Hydra-headed Ouroboros
Snapping faces snapping faces;
Eating but a single finish:
Something starts from nothing; jolting
Matter, antimatter charges
Bare; recycled dividendings—
Likewise, voids expand where pattern
Flourished, leaving just a serpent's
Tooth to sprout a new dynamic.
“Former President Bill Clinton had a very simple - and personal - reason Tuesday to forgive and endorse his longtime Democratic adversary Jerry Brown.
It was in both their interests.”
– Phillip Matier & Andrew Ross, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 15, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/15/BAHD1FDTOQ.DTL
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September 15 2010
Colddd Crazy-Ass Bird Fucker Spy Satellite [#twitterfoundpoem, September 15, 2010]
Colddd Crazy-Ass Bird Fucker Spy Satellite [#twitterfoundpoem, September 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
colddd as a mother fucker.
now i know why.
The spy satellite I got
is changing the weather.
colddd as a mother fucker,
my heart is of ice.
I punished your cat with my bird
at my bird feeder.
my fucker bird
was casing your cat from the sky.
my colddd Crazy Ass Mother
Fucker bird spy satellite
was attacking your cat. did you witness
that awesome attack from the sky?
did you witness my bird Fucker spy satellite
attacking your cat at my bird feeder
site? Witness the fuck of the sky,
colddd as a mother fucker,
Sexual Predator satellite Pro 1.0;
mine for the moment.
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colddd as a mother fucker.
now i know why.
The spy satellite I got
is changing the weather.
colddd as a mother fucker,
my heart is of ice.
I punished your cat with my bird
at my bird feeder.
my fucker bird
was casing your cat from the sky.
my colddd Crazy Ass Mother
Fucker bird spy satellite
was attacking your cat. did you witness
that awesome attack from the sky?
did you witness my bird Fucker spy satellite
attacking your cat at my bird feeder
site? Witness the fuck of the sky,
colddd as a mother fucker,
Sexual Predator satellite Pro 1.0;
mine for the moment.
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Superior Replicas [Today's News Poem, September 14, 2010]
Superior Replicas [Today's News Poem, September 14, 2010]
Pelicans truce with the sun's radiation.
Farther, panopticon satellites witness
Tuna that gape at the synchronized plummets
Of aircraft, for terrible Terra's elation.
They gasp for the oxygen, lost in the fitness
Of excellent submarine dives, as we summit.
“A 12-foot section of a damaged pipeline that sent oil bubbling to the surface outside Chicago was being replaced Tuesday, and a federal official said crews hoped to fill in the excavation site this week.”
– KAREN HAWKINS (AP) – 46 minutes ago as of 3:31pm PST, September 14, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jjESZ0otZNdRiYrexijr-ORNXSvQD9I7UPK81
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Pelicans truce with the sun's radiation.
Farther, panopticon satellites witness
Tuna that gape at the synchronized plummets
Of aircraft, for terrible Terra's elation.
They gasp for the oxygen, lost in the fitness
Of excellent submarine dives, as we summit.
“A 12-foot section of a damaged pipeline that sent oil bubbling to the surface outside Chicago was being replaced Tuesday, and a federal official said crews hoped to fill in the excavation site this week.”
– KAREN HAWKINS (AP) – 46 minutes ago as of 3:31pm PST, September 14, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jjESZ0otZNdRiYrexijr-ORNXSvQD9I7UPK81
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September 14 2010
Meatball Puppet [#twitterfoundpoem, September 14, 2010]
Meatball Puppet [#twitterfoundpoem, September 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Spitting Image puppet masters
more Spitting than masters.
you are what you meat:
whatever we're calling this meat
that you puppet.
you mastered the meatball,
you overpowered your host,
and whatever we're calling this rotting flesh meatball
it sure isn't human.
A person could die here.
Bound in Blood rubbish,
the meatball of masters
is human flesh.
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Spitting Image puppet masters
more Spitting than masters.
you are what you meat:
whatever we're calling this meat
that you puppet.
you mastered the meatball,
you overpowered your host,
and whatever we're calling this rotting flesh meatball
it sure isn't human.
A person could die here.
Bound in Blood rubbish,
the meatball of masters
is human flesh.
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Monday, September 13, 2010
Serf Bazaar [Today's News Poem, September 13, 2010}
Serf Bazaar [Today's News Poem, September 13, 2010}
Beads of trading glass on hempen vines,
Crystal bowls and servant boys or girls...
Full of choices, everything's expense.
Come beyond the dollar curtain; don
Uniform and sweep the floors—and take
One of many pleasures. Leave the rest.
Nothing here's forbidden; simply ruled.
Even time is costly: waste not, want
Less. If sleep is how you take it, go.
Horde your surplus. Keep your options safe.
Youth departs, but still we fantasize
Everything is possible expense.
“The student loan default rate continued to rise in fiscal year 2008, the latest period for which data is available, with default rates for students at for-profit colleges — already the highest — rising the fastest.”
– TAMAR LEWIN, The New York Times, September 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/14/education/14colleges.html
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Beads of trading glass on hempen vines,
Crystal bowls and servant boys or girls...
Full of choices, everything's expense.
Come beyond the dollar curtain; don
Uniform and sweep the floors—and take
One of many pleasures. Leave the rest.
Nothing here's forbidden; simply ruled.
Even time is costly: waste not, want
Less. If sleep is how you take it, go.
Horde your surplus. Keep your options safe.
Youth departs, but still we fantasize
Everything is possible expense.
“The student loan default rate continued to rise in fiscal year 2008, the latest period for which data is available, with default rates for students at for-profit colleges — already the highest — rising the fastest.”
– TAMAR LEWIN, The New York Times, September 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/14/education/14colleges.html
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Neutral Theology [#twitterfoundpoem, September 13 2010]
Neutral Theology [#twitterfoundpoem, September 13 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I'm not sure why, but I'm thinking
that Prayer Changes Sex.
I'm thinking that neutral theory
can express deep neutral choices.
I'm not sure why.
beyond words there are only choices,
and we all have to live with the consequences.
Prayer Changes neutral theory,
to express deep, neutral emotion.
my best Prayer Changes me gender-neutral!
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I'm not sure why, but I'm thinking
that Prayer Changes Sex.
I'm thinking that neutral theory
can express deep neutral choices.
I'm not sure why.
beyond words there are only choices,
and we all have to live with the consequences.
Prayer Changes neutral theory,
to express deep, neutral emotion.
my best Prayer Changes me gender-neutral!
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Sunday, September 12, 2010
Selective Enforcement [Today's News Poem, September 12, 2010]
Selective Enforcement [Today's News Poem, September 12, 2010]
Everything's governed in nature from tendrils of seedlings
To withering heat and neglect. So the poppy has vanished?
Coppery blossoms of orange were swallowed. You noticed
The change when you bothered to see what indifference gardened.
Longing for surety; glistening—dewy in morning—
You killed it, expecting that elements honor your whimsy.
Seasons have shifted beneath you, above you—forever.
“... the group fell victim to one of the authorities’ newest tactics for quelling dissent: confiscating computers under the pretext of searching for pirated Microsoft software.”
– CLIFFORD J. LEVY, The New York Times, September 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/12/world/europe/12raids.html?_r=1
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Everything's governed in nature from tendrils of seedlings
To withering heat and neglect. So the poppy has vanished?
Coppery blossoms of orange were swallowed. You noticed
The change when you bothered to see what indifference gardened.
Longing for surety; glistening—dewy in morning—
You killed it, expecting that elements honor your whimsy.
Seasons have shifted beneath you, above you—forever.
“... the group fell victim to one of the authorities’ newest tactics for quelling dissent: confiscating computers under the pretext of searching for pirated Microsoft software.”
– CLIFFORD J. LEVY, The New York Times, September 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/12/world/europe/12raids.html?_r=1
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September 12 2010
Psalm23.1 [#twitterfoundpoem, September 12, 2010]
Psalm23.1 [#twitterfoundpoem, September 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
i finish like clockwork with constant improvement
and hold you accountable. All of us finish
by whipping out angelic wings and the legends
of Yin and Yang Quantum: another obsession.
its finally peaceful n quiet. my sensor
is off and my New electronic skin gives me
those senses of touch and of Cruelty. i'm sorry.
my sensor was off and I shouldn't encourage
another obsession. if robots MUST feel, Then
We hold you accountable. All of us pray for
a finish like clockwork with constant improvement
that gasses you sheep like a gaseous shepherd.
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i finish like clockwork with constant improvement
and hold you accountable. All of us finish
by whipping out angelic wings and the legends
of Yin and Yang Quantum: another obsession.
its finally peaceful n quiet. my sensor
is off and my New electronic skin gives me
those senses of touch and of Cruelty. i'm sorry.
my sensor was off and I shouldn't encourage
another obsession. if robots MUST feel, Then
We hold you accountable. All of us pray for
a finish like clockwork with constant improvement
that gasses you sheep like a gaseous shepherd.
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Saturday, September 11, 2010
Relapsarian State [Today's News Poem, September 11, 2010]
Relapsarian State [Today's News Poem, September 11, 2010]
Garden microbes. Summon spirits,
Organisms, parasites.
Seethe beneath the tranquil moon.
Mutilation makes it sweeter.
Simmer baskets filled with fingers,
Genitals and baby toes.
Baste beneath the neutral light;
Spirits call through jungle bushes.
Drink the smog and dump the cauldron.
Error under canopies.
Drink your share from festive cups
Pledge the rest to neutral spirits
Thin the locust dappled Eden.
Sacrificial apples: eaten.
“Five Americans — two doctors, two nurses and an organizer — who carried donated AIDS drugs to Zimbabwe for distribution to the poor were arrested Thursday and remained jailed in Harare on Saturday on a charge of dispensing the medicine without the supervision of a pharmacist or proper licenses, their lawyer said. ”
– CELIA W. DUGGER, The New York Times, September 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/12/world/africa/12zimbabwe.html?hpw
“A CONTESTED confession of a man charged with child murder describes how he was promised R5000 to harvest human body parts from a living person. ”
– dispatch.co.za, 2010/09/09
http://www.dispatch.co.za/article.aspx?id=431809
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Garden microbes. Summon spirits,
Organisms, parasites.
Seethe beneath the tranquil moon.
Mutilation makes it sweeter.
Simmer baskets filled with fingers,
Genitals and baby toes.
Baste beneath the neutral light;
Spirits call through jungle bushes.
Drink the smog and dump the cauldron.
Error under canopies.
Drink your share from festive cups
Pledge the rest to neutral spirits
Thin the locust dappled Eden.
Sacrificial apples: eaten.
“Five Americans — two doctors, two nurses and an organizer — who carried donated AIDS drugs to Zimbabwe for distribution to the poor were arrested Thursday and remained jailed in Harare on Saturday on a charge of dispensing the medicine without the supervision of a pharmacist or proper licenses, their lawyer said. ”
– CELIA W. DUGGER, The New York Times, September 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/12/world/africa/12zimbabwe.html?hpw
“A CONTESTED confession of a man charged with child murder describes how he was promised R5000 to harvest human body parts from a living person. ”
– dispatch.co.za, 2010/09/09
http://www.dispatch.co.za/article.aspx?id=431809
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Tetris House Cleaner [#twitterfoundpoem, September 11, 2010]
Tetris House Cleaner [#twitterfoundpoem, September 11, 2010]
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a programmer who lives in a videogame,
is like my mom irking my nerves.
I'm going to explode today, I swear...
a living videogame just looks to be proof of concept type thing.
my mom lives in a Tetris blocks videogame
and She Was Ready for me
after an extensive clean up of my room.
looks to be proof of concept type thing:
Inception of my Conception
as The Prince of Gosplan!
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a programmer who lives in a videogame,
is like my mom irking my nerves.
I'm going to explode today, I swear...
a living videogame just looks to be proof of concept type thing.
my mom lives in a Tetris blocks videogame
and She Was Ready for me
after an extensive clean up of my room.
looks to be proof of concept type thing:
Inception of my Conception
as The Prince of Gosplan!
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Friday, September 10, 2010
Engineering a Demon [Today's News Poem, September 10, 2010]
Engineering a Demon [Today's News Poem, September 10, 2010]
Thrusting the thrashing snakes into the crusting and crashing quakes—
Baked then it's dusted with gunpowder; slaked with bones they busted:
Asphalt transmitted the lies. It's my fault. I'm smitten with skies
Frying the scramble and doing my crying through pipe-rambles.
Under the fortress of bedroom; the thunder shrieks through floor stress.
Tress of the spark from the wires—it will bless us: flames will embark.
“The death toll from the natural gas line explosion that leveled a San Bruno neighborhood grew overnight to four as federal investigators joined the probe into what caused the disaster.”
– John Wildermuth, Will Kane Marisa Lagos,Henry K. Lee, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 10, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/10/BAVQ1FBPMD.DTL&tsp=1
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Thrusting the thrashing snakes into the crusting and crashing quakes—
Baked then it's dusted with gunpowder; slaked with bones they busted:
Asphalt transmitted the lies. It's my fault. I'm smitten with skies
Frying the scramble and doing my crying through pipe-rambles.
Under the fortress of bedroom; the thunder shrieks through floor stress.
Tress of the spark from the wires—it will bless us: flames will embark.
“The death toll from the natural gas line explosion that leveled a San Bruno neighborhood grew overnight to four as federal investigators joined the probe into what caused the disaster.”
– John Wildermuth, Will Kane Marisa Lagos,Henry K. Lee, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 10, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/10/BAVQ1FBPMD.DTL&tsp=1
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Pumpkin Framed Roger Rabbit [#twitterfoundpoem, September 10, 2010]
Pumpkin Framed Roger Rabbit [#twitterfoundpoem, September 10, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
ohhh a plane crash.
I can see it already.
were you thinking about getting new legs?
come out and get New Ones
cuz thts ur christmas gift...
OH YEAH don't THANK me FOR DAH new legs!
i love you honey bunny.
sometimes i wonder what damage I could have done there
if I didn't kill those witnesses.
You wouldn't have gotten new legs!
I covered it up with a totally different explosion.
a natural gas line explosion.
Oh yes! Hahah no, they tortured some
Poor souls and caught a Rabbit
and put the Poor Rabbit on trial.
I hear they boiled him alive.
I Framed Roger Rabbit
and it Was all FOR You.
Pumpkin loves you honey bunny.
...what do you want to talk about now?
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ohhh a plane crash.
I can see it already.
were you thinking about getting new legs?
come out and get New Ones
cuz thts ur christmas gift...
OH YEAH don't THANK me FOR DAH new legs!
i love you honey bunny.
sometimes i wonder what damage I could have done there
if I didn't kill those witnesses.
You wouldn't have gotten new legs!
I covered it up with a totally different explosion.
a natural gas line explosion.
Oh yes! Hahah no, they tortured some
Poor souls and caught a Rabbit
and put the Poor Rabbit on trial.
I hear they boiled him alive.
I Framed Roger Rabbit
and it Was all FOR You.
Pumpkin loves you honey bunny.
...what do you want to talk about now?
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Thursday, September 09, 2010
Oppressive Jesters [Today's News Poem, September 9, 2010]
Oppressive Jesters [Today's News Poem, September 9, 2010]
Gesticulate jesters! Your grandiose gestures sweep through the gilding of anthill and building. Impressive arrays of obedience comes from your cufflinks, your buttons of ivory; plastic black keyboards and rubber on phones. If the drill doesn't conquer your suction will triumph. If spills can't allay your oppression; your bills of expedience, then die-offs of krill and a murderous playa will serve to display all those trophies: the bones that you gather, the carcasses bursting with gaseous burps. Burn out attention: the longer they mention your names, then the sweeter the silence that history claims on your ruin. After the beaches have rusted, your speeches will wander through space and the void will expand all the forces of nature: conspiring against you—ignoring your words with defiance.
“Donald J. Trump was spurned in an offer to purchase the site of the proposed Islamic community center near New York City’s Ground Zero for the price paid plus 25 percent.”
– John Gittelsohn and Esmé E. Depre, Bloomberg, Sep 9, 2010 4:31 PM PT
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-09-09/donald-trump-offers-to-buy-site-of-proposed-new-york-mosque-at-25-premium.html
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Gesticulate jesters! Your grandiose gestures sweep through the gilding of anthill and building. Impressive arrays of obedience comes from your cufflinks, your buttons of ivory; plastic black keyboards and rubber on phones. If the drill doesn't conquer your suction will triumph. If spills can't allay your oppression; your bills of expedience, then die-offs of krill and a murderous playa will serve to display all those trophies: the bones that you gather, the carcasses bursting with gaseous burps. Burn out attention: the longer they mention your names, then the sweeter the silence that history claims on your ruin. After the beaches have rusted, your speeches will wander through space and the void will expand all the forces of nature: conspiring against you—ignoring your words with defiance.
“Donald J. Trump was spurned in an offer to purchase the site of the proposed Islamic community center near New York City’s Ground Zero for the price paid plus 25 percent.”
– John Gittelsohn and Esmé E. Depre, Bloomberg, Sep 9, 2010 4:31 PM PT
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2010-09-09/donald-trump-offers-to-buy-site-of-proposed-new-york-mosque-at-25-premium.html
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U.S. Space Marines Raid the Nazi-Angel Infested Planet [#twitterfoundpoem, September 9, 2010]
U.S. Space Marines Raid the Nazi-Angel Infested Planet [#twitterfoundpoem, September 9, 2010]
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Captain,
my angel detector is reading high angel radiation levels.
Captain my Captain the Angels and a stripper are fighting
a Ninja, a Pirate, on a shark infested Planet.
our U.S. space Marines board this angel infested Planet
and burn lots of books that contained apposing philosophies and worldviews.
Captain,
We're not Angels. Angels wouldn't do this.
Captain my Captain
the Angels have captured us.
They're making us walk the gangplank
in Ninja-Pirate infested waters.
Captain...!?
Superman boards the angel-captured vessel!
he beat-up 2 mannequins sitting in a vintage Cadillac- vessel!
he captures their Nazi stripper...
We're saved! Superman offers 2 exchange hostages.
oh no!
she has kryptonite in her vagina!
Angels wouldn't do this!
Superman becomes a statue
and Nazi UFOs take him!
oh no Captain!
oh shit shit shit shit my Captain my Captain.
death detector Readings are off the charts!
I'm very confused. Angels wouldn't do this.
help me Captain!
*Kirk out*
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Captain,
my angel detector is reading high angel radiation levels.
Captain my Captain the Angels and a stripper are fighting
a Ninja, a Pirate, on a shark infested Planet.
our U.S. space Marines board this angel infested Planet
and burn lots of books that contained apposing philosophies and worldviews.
Captain,
We're not Angels. Angels wouldn't do this.
Captain my Captain
the Angels have captured us.
They're making us walk the gangplank
in Ninja-Pirate infested waters.
Captain...!?
Superman boards the angel-captured vessel!
he beat-up 2 mannequins sitting in a vintage Cadillac- vessel!
he captures their Nazi stripper...
We're saved! Superman offers 2 exchange hostages.
oh no!
she has kryptonite in her vagina!
Angels wouldn't do this!
Superman becomes a statue
and Nazi UFOs take him!
oh no Captain!
oh shit shit shit shit my Captain my Captain.
death detector Readings are off the charts!
I'm very confused. Angels wouldn't do this.
help me Captain!
*Kirk out*
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Wednesday, September 08, 2010
Evolution of Prison [Today's News Poem, September 8, 2010]
Evolution of Prison [Today's News Poem, September 8, 2010]
Actresses writhe on the set, while erections collide.
Sperm in a petri dish fills up the emptiness brides—
Daughters of actors and actresses; mothers of fucks
Grow in primordial stew in a belly of muck.
Fuck this director, I walk off the set, through a door
Into a forest—they're painting the stars I adore
Over the canopy. Crickets are tweeting and bears
Circle around my encampment and nothing much cares
Plaster is falling from firmament. Walls on the set
Close on us all so I sprint for the egress from threat.
Corridors, hallways and knobs on each option—they're tricks:
Cells in a prison of cells made of cellular bricks.
“More than 700 inmates in the northern Nigeria city of Bauchi were freed Tuesday night in a daring raid by well-armed attackers on a prison where members of an Islamist sect were being held, authorities and witnesses said Wednesday. ”
– Adam Nossiter, The New York Times, September 8, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/09/world/africa/09nigeria.html
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Actresses writhe on the set, while erections collide.
Sperm in a petri dish fills up the emptiness brides—
Daughters of actors and actresses; mothers of fucks
Grow in primordial stew in a belly of muck.
Fuck this director, I walk off the set, through a door
Into a forest—they're painting the stars I adore
Over the canopy. Crickets are tweeting and bears
Circle around my encampment and nothing much cares
Plaster is falling from firmament. Walls on the set
Close on us all so I sprint for the egress from threat.
Corridors, hallways and knobs on each option—they're tricks:
Cells in a prison of cells made of cellular bricks.
“More than 700 inmates in the northern Nigeria city of Bauchi were freed Tuesday night in a daring raid by well-armed attackers on a prison where members of an Islamist sect were being held, authorities and witnesses said Wednesday. ”
– Adam Nossiter, The New York Times, September 8, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/09/world/africa/09nigeria.html
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Destiny of Doppelganger [#twitterfoundpoem, September 8, 2010]
Destiny of Doppelganger [#twitterfoundpoem, September 8, 2010]
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when is it my chance
to fulfill my destiny?
I'm not the only person
buggin out about bs.
#alliwant is to fulfill my destiny!
to be a young guy in a wheelchair on the bus...
to Tell me to fuck me...
to feel like a real man now
and to fuck my destiny.
castrating the motivation of LUV.
I want to drive a hearse
off a pier. I want to fuck an old guy
with my destiny :
to be a young guy in a wheelchair
while my doppelganger IS learning
to swim off a pier:
an old guy in a wheelchair
denying me the joy of drowning
in my old age Thereby, switching places,
and denying me the joy of encasing me
in concrete and burying me out at sea.
http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/flash-fic/outside-in/
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when is it my chance
to fulfill my destiny?
I'm not the only person
buggin out about bs.
#alliwant is to fulfill my destiny!
to be a young guy in a wheelchair on the bus...
to Tell me to fuck me...
to feel like a real man now
and to fuck my destiny.
castrating the motivation of LUV.
I want to drive a hearse
off a pier. I want to fuck an old guy
with my destiny :
to be a young guy in a wheelchair
while my doppelganger IS learning
to swim off a pier:
an old guy in a wheelchair
denying me the joy of drowning
in my old age Thereby, switching places,
and denying me the joy of encasing me
in concrete and burying me out at sea.
http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/flash-fic/outside-in/
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Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Byzantine Laminate [Today's News Poem, September 7, 2010]
Byzantine Laminate [Today's News Poem, September 7, 2010]
Athletes shed bone whispers:
Actors in hippodromes
Glazing the starlighted
Evening with halogen
Torches to bankrupt what's
Solvent. A byzantine
Network of laminates
Braising phenomena
Red with their furious
Play as they batter their
Autos on freeways and
Mingle their paint job with
Spatters, or wealthier
Patterns of greenery.
Circuses. Chariots
Racing with wobbling
Axles—hellbent to win.
“It’s the gift that keeps on taking. The old Giants Stadium, demolished to make way for New Meadowlands Stadium, still carries about $110 million in debt, or nearly $13 for every New Jersey resident, even though it is now a parking lot. ”
– Ken Belson,The New York Times, September 7, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/08/sports/08stadium.html
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Athletes shed bone whispers:
Actors in hippodromes
Glazing the starlighted
Evening with halogen
Torches to bankrupt what's
Solvent. A byzantine
Network of laminates
Braising phenomena
Red with their furious
Play as they batter their
Autos on freeways and
Mingle their paint job with
Spatters, or wealthier
Patterns of greenery.
Circuses. Chariots
Racing with wobbling
Axles—hellbent to win.
“It’s the gift that keeps on taking. The old Giants Stadium, demolished to make way for New Meadowlands Stadium, still carries about $110 million in debt, or nearly $13 for every New Jersey resident, even though it is now a parking lot. ”
– Ken Belson,The New York Times, September 7, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/08/sports/08stadium.html
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I Only Have All Fucked Up Eyes For Youuuu [#twitterfoundpoem, September 7, 2010]
I Only Have All Fucked Up Eyes For Youuuu [#twitterfoundpoem, September 7, 2010]
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#alliwant is youuuuuu!
someone who won't leave when the apeshit
hits the Big Top.
someone who *rolls her all fucked up eyes*
before I shut down my zoo.
someone who throws pink popcorn
who works for peanuts.
that's right... u got moe junk in yo trunk den an elephant !
dats becuz you is an elephant !
in dis bidness bull shit, monkey shit,
and of course apeshit are all assets.
And of course, Pink flamingos will Serenade
the two of us (thank you mr egg man)
under da Big Top.
in a few more months we will have our own
monkey cage with our own BRIAN PEPPERS
and he will go apeshit with tru luv
and *roll his all fucked up eyes*
at mom and dad !
http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Brian_peppers
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#alliwant is youuuuuu!
someone who won't leave when the apeshit
hits the Big Top.
someone who *rolls her all fucked up eyes*
before I shut down my zoo.
someone who throws pink popcorn
who works for peanuts.
that's right... u got moe junk in yo trunk den an elephant !
dats becuz you is an elephant !
in dis bidness bull shit, monkey shit,
and of course apeshit are all assets.
And of course, Pink flamingos will Serenade
the two of us (thank you mr egg man)
under da Big Top.
in a few more months we will have our own
monkey cage with our own BRIAN PEPPERS
and he will go apeshit with tru luv
and *roll his all fucked up eyes*
at mom and dad !
http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Brian_peppers
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Monday, September 06, 2010
Sandpaint Rebuttal To a Book Burning [Today's News Poem, September 6, 2010]
Sandpaint Rebuttal To a Book Burning [Today's News Poem, September 6, 2010]
Cast a spell and make a prayer to gods
Of cinder, bursting blaze; and curl your
Pages 'round your spine. Your ashen lauds
Will flutter up from pyre. The clouds pour
Dust—a bit of chalk inside each drop—
And emphasize their point with lightning:
Etching its rebuttal in the crops,
Then wiping clear—with wind—its writing.
“The U.S. commander in Afghanistan on Monday criticized a Florida church's plan to burn copies of the Quran on September 11, warning the demonstration "could cause significant problems" for American troops overseas.”
– CNN Wire Staff, September 6, 2010 6:16 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/06/florida.quran.burning/?hpt=T1
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Cast a spell and make a prayer to gods
Of cinder, bursting blaze; and curl your
Pages 'round your spine. Your ashen lauds
Will flutter up from pyre. The clouds pour
Dust—a bit of chalk inside each drop—
And emphasize their point with lightning:
Etching its rebuttal in the crops,
Then wiping clear—with wind—its writing.
“The U.S. commander in Afghanistan on Monday criticized a Florida church's plan to burn copies of the Quran on September 11, warning the demonstration "could cause significant problems" for American troops overseas.”
– CNN Wire Staff, September 6, 2010 6:16 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/06/florida.quran.burning/?hpt=T1
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Balling With The Vampires [#twitterfoundpoem, September 6, 2010]
Balling With The Vampires [#twitterfoundpoem, September 6, 2010]
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put a whole new perspective on vampire diaries!!!!
chicken dogs and cows can be Vampires Too!!!!
I wont sugar coat it either:
they want your BLOOD and some of them really
want to ruin your life.
Don't believe EVERYTHING your PASTOR says.
he's a vampire from Angola.
tryna blow vampire chicken dogs and cows
with a landmine? that shit doesn't work.
look, just invite your PASTOR and the Vampires
to your labor day bbq. ruin their afterlife
with punji pits. grill chicken dogs and cows
with stakes for a Baller, Simply baller labor day bbq.
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put a whole new perspective on vampire diaries!!!!
chicken dogs and cows can be Vampires Too!!!!
I wont sugar coat it either:
they want your BLOOD and some of them really
want to ruin your life.
Don't believe EVERYTHING your PASTOR says.
he's a vampire from Angola.
tryna blow vampire chicken dogs and cows
with a landmine? that shit doesn't work.
look, just invite your PASTOR and the Vampires
to your labor day bbq. ruin their afterlife
with punji pits. grill chicken dogs and cows
with stakes for a Baller, Simply baller labor day bbq.
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Sunday, September 05, 2010
Back to Basic Instincts [Today's News Poem, September 5, 2010]
Back to Basic Instincts [Today's News Poem, September 5, 2010]
You are depressed?
We will shock you until you are happy.
Until you are not a threat to anyone.
Until you don't even threaten yourself.
The next time you throw away eggs and meat
You will feel fine. They were never really alive.
We will open up your skull and fix your engine.
You won't even notice the change.
You'll just be happy.
Look, bees get sleepy when you smoke them,
Dogs kick their legs when you scratch their bellies;
Babies turn their heads in the direction you poke their cheek.
Don't you want to be happy?
You won't even miss your freedom.
“A new therapy that electrically stimulates a major nerve in the brain shows promising results for relief of major depression. The treatment — trigeminal nerve stimulation (TNS) — reduced depression symptoms by an average of 70 percent during an eight-week study conducted at UCLA.”
– Traci Pedersen, Psychcentral, Reviewed by John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on September 4, 2010
http://psychcentral.com/news/2010/09/04/tns-electrical-stimulation-helps-depression/17732.html
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You are depressed?
We will shock you until you are happy.
Until you are not a threat to anyone.
Until you don't even threaten yourself.
The next time you throw away eggs and meat
You will feel fine. They were never really alive.
We will open up your skull and fix your engine.
You won't even notice the change.
You'll just be happy.
Look, bees get sleepy when you smoke them,
Dogs kick their legs when you scratch their bellies;
Babies turn their heads in the direction you poke their cheek.
Don't you want to be happy?
You won't even miss your freedom.
“A new therapy that electrically stimulates a major nerve in the brain shows promising results for relief of major depression. The treatment — trigeminal nerve stimulation (TNS) — reduced depression symptoms by an average of 70 percent during an eight-week study conducted at UCLA.”
– Traci Pedersen, Psychcentral, Reviewed by John M. Grohol, Psy.D. on September 4, 2010
http://psychcentral.com/news/2010/09/04/tns-electrical-stimulation-helps-depression/17732.html
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Joseph's Crack-Colored Dreamcoat [#twitterfoundpoem, September 5, 2010]
Joseph's Crack-Colored Dreamcoat [#twitterfoundpoem, September 5, 2010]
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There were seven years of flooding
now There are seven years of drought!
it's a bit fucking shite right now.
this aint swaggtastic and this aint no picnic.
seven angels at the altar of the Rain
Battled the seven palm trees of the sun.
the holy crack addict
Battled the seven holy crack vials.
the heavens cracked.
holy crack vials poured down.
addicted to the Rain?
you aren't the only one.
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There were seven years of flooding
now There are seven years of drought!
it's a bit fucking shite right now.
this aint swaggtastic and this aint no picnic.
seven angels at the altar of the Rain
Battled the seven palm trees of the sun.
the holy crack addict
Battled the seven holy crack vials.
the heavens cracked.
holy crack vials poured down.
addicted to the Rain?
you aren't the only one.
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Saturday, September 04, 2010
Poseidon Love-Detector [Today's News Poem, September 4, 2010]
Poseidon Love-Detector [Today's News Poem, September 4, 2010]
The mooring has loosened. The vessel is drifting away,
Lost to the climate: a vortex that tests what we'll do
When rigging unknots and Poseidon enlists all the gods.
Tossed by the ocean and blinded by raindrops I watch
Your boat as it welcomes the grip of the swells, so I leap
Into the water and tackle indifferent lines
And gather the tether that kept us together 'till now.
Din all around; castanets in the clouds—I can't hear
Your words though I know what you're shouting: the opposite thing
That you mean. You are screaming, 'just stay on the shore,'
But my brother I'll drown in a riptide and feed
All the crabs with my eyes—the survivors of hunts
With my net on their pier. They have grown in that time
From the undersized runts to the masters of tide.
You are lost and I've lost you already—we're finished.
“Hurricane Earl made landfall in Canada on Saturday and fizzled after a series of scares along the U.S. East Coast, flooding roads, felling trees and cutting power to tens of thousands in the Atlantic province of Nova Scotia. One man died in the Halifax region after he swam into rough waters to secure a boat that had come loose from its mooring. He drowned while attempting to swim back to shore.”
– REUTERS, 6:19 p.m. ET
http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/2010/09/04/news/news-us-weather-storm-earl.html
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The mooring has loosened. The vessel is drifting away,
Lost to the climate: a vortex that tests what we'll do
When rigging unknots and Poseidon enlists all the gods.
Tossed by the ocean and blinded by raindrops I watch
Your boat as it welcomes the grip of the swells, so I leap
Into the water and tackle indifferent lines
And gather the tether that kept us together 'till now.
Din all around; castanets in the clouds—I can't hear
Your words though I know what you're shouting: the opposite thing
That you mean. You are screaming, 'just stay on the shore,'
But my brother I'll drown in a riptide and feed
All the crabs with my eyes—the survivors of hunts
With my net on their pier. They have grown in that time
From the undersized runts to the masters of tide.
You are lost and I've lost you already—we're finished.
“Hurricane Earl made landfall in Canada on Saturday and fizzled after a series of scares along the U.S. East Coast, flooding roads, felling trees and cutting power to tens of thousands in the Atlantic province of Nova Scotia. One man died in the Halifax region after he swam into rough waters to secure a boat that had come loose from its mooring. He drowned while attempting to swim back to shore.”
– REUTERS, 6:19 p.m. ET
http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/2010/09/04/news/news-us-weather-storm-earl.html
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September 4 2010
Shitheads in Yogurt Land [#twitterfoundpoem, September 4, 2010]
Shitheads in Yogurt Land [#twitterfoundpoem, September 4, 2010]
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where there's shithead, there are shitheads.
are You a shithead? Perish the thought. Ah ha ha.
this is a shithead-free zone!!!
It's funny how the parish council
can be undone with a shithead
so imma cherish this Yogurt land
before the council of shitheads
pollutes the parish and drowns us with others.
weeds dont perish and shit never drowns!
the Sun is a fraud: take note, take note.
a shithead got in and The end is near.
hold on to Yogurt land if u can.
The shitheads got in mine.
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where there's shithead, there are shitheads.
are You a shithead? Perish the thought. Ah ha ha.
this is a shithead-free zone!!!
It's funny how the parish council
can be undone with a shithead
so imma cherish this Yogurt land
before the council of shitheads
pollutes the parish and drowns us with others.
weeds dont perish and shit never drowns!
the Sun is a fraud: take note, take note.
a shithead got in and The end is near.
hold on to Yogurt land if u can.
The shitheads got in mine.
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Friday, September 03, 2010
Oasis in Malthusville [Today's News Poem, September 3, 2010]
Oasis in Malthusville [Today's News Poem, September 3, 2010]
Witness this valley of vines—
Tell me that surplus is gone.
Chase me with bundles of grapes.
Dodge through the tubers and trip
Over the carcass of buck.
Spigots of Eden have shot
Holier spirits than wine.
Drink up the creeks while you can.
Even the cougars approach,
Hungry like always... but splash
Anyhow; play with your kids
While this oasis is wet.
“With memories still fresh of food riots set off by spiking prices just two years ago, agricultural experts on Friday cast a wary eye on the steep rise in the cost of wheat prompted by a Russian export ban and the questions looming over harvests in other parts of the world because of drought or flooding. ”
– NEIL MacFARQUHAR, The New York Times, September 3, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/04/world/04food.html
“Berkeley police shot and killed a mountain lion early Tuesday as it roamed a neighborhood around the city's famous Gourmet Ghetto for at least an hour, leaping over fences from one backyard to another.
Three officers shot and killed the 100-pound adult female with rifles and a shotgun shortly before 3:30 a.m. outside a home on the 1600 block of Walnut Street, just blocks from Chez Panisse restaurant, the flagship Peet's Coffee store, the Cheese Board Collective and other businesses along busy Shattuck Avenue in North Berkeley.”
– Henry K. Lee, San Francisco Chronicle, Wednesday, September 1, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/01/MNV41F6FIP.DTL
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Witness this valley of vines—
Tell me that surplus is gone.
Chase me with bundles of grapes.
Dodge through the tubers and trip
Over the carcass of buck.
Spigots of Eden have shot
Holier spirits than wine.
Drink up the creeks while you can.
Even the cougars approach,
Hungry like always... but splash
Anyhow; play with your kids
While this oasis is wet.
“With memories still fresh of food riots set off by spiking prices just two years ago, agricultural experts on Friday cast a wary eye on the steep rise in the cost of wheat prompted by a Russian export ban and the questions looming over harvests in other parts of the world because of drought or flooding. ”
– NEIL MacFARQUHAR, The New York Times, September 3, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/04/world/04food.html
“Berkeley police shot and killed a mountain lion early Tuesday as it roamed a neighborhood around the city's famous Gourmet Ghetto for at least an hour, leaping over fences from one backyard to another.
Three officers shot and killed the 100-pound adult female with rifles and a shotgun shortly before 3:30 a.m. outside a home on the 1600 block of Walnut Street, just blocks from Chez Panisse restaurant, the flagship Peet's Coffee store, the Cheese Board Collective and other businesses along busy Shattuck Avenue in North Berkeley.”
– Henry K. Lee, San Francisco Chronicle, Wednesday, September 1, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/01/MNV41F6FIP.DTL
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Telepathic Lover, Falling in _____ With You [#twitterfoundpoem, September 3, 2010]
Telepathic Lover, Falling in _____ With You [#twitterfoundpoem, September 3, 2010]
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I've been following you.
I've made following you my Priority.
There are laws to protect my freedom of following you,
but none that protect you from me!!
I've followed you to Rome, yeaaaaaah!!
I've followed you to the NYC musical you call home. yeah.
You know I followed you to the police station
and by the way the Robot Sitting Behind You
Is a Serial Rapist. I took good care of it!!!
was that your husband?
I'm sorry I couldn't do it justice.
I just was doing your telepathic bidding!!!
I just want to preserve the actress' body and cherish it
and you wouldn't even let that happen.
and now you want to do a fall themed photo shoot?
ahah okaay lol :D
wait don't shoot me.
I'm falling in blood without you.
fine! I'll NEVER honor and cherish it.
*dies*
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I've been following you.
I've made following you my Priority.
There are laws to protect my freedom of following you,
but none that protect you from me!!
I've followed you to Rome, yeaaaaaah!!
I've followed you to the NYC musical you call home. yeah.
You know I followed you to the police station
and by the way the Robot Sitting Behind You
Is a Serial Rapist. I took good care of it!!!
was that your husband?
I'm sorry I couldn't do it justice.
I just was doing your telepathic bidding!!!
I just want to preserve the actress' body and cherish it
and you wouldn't even let that happen.
and now you want to do a fall themed photo shoot?
ahah okaay lol :D
wait don't shoot me.
I'm falling in blood without you.
fine! I'll NEVER honor and cherish it.
*dies*
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Thursday, September 02, 2010
Petrol, Napalm, and Lutfisk [Today's News Poem, September 2, 2010]
Petrol, Napalm, and Lutfisk [Today's News Poem, September 2, 2010]
Rancid deposits of tissue that jellied
Much like our napalm and lip balm;
Or soap that one rubs on the palms...
Or the shampoo in hair—they're the same
In a way; for everything services
Vanity, stomach or murkier motives.
Issues of edicts and bulls from the Pope
Of fragrance and flagrant voracity
Lit with the fuse of velocity;
Sparking the engine—the tumbler's combustion—
And fleeing the voids with our fleeting avoids
As we rocket away with a dizzy rotation of axles.
We're pumping our pistons
And jumping from prison to pyre
As we jelly the substances fueling the fire.
“An oil platform exploded and caught fire in the Gulf of Mexico on Thursday morning, touching off flurries of conflicting reports about sightings of oil slicks in the water and whether any workers had been injured in the blast. ”
– CAMPBELL ROBERTSON and JACK HEALY, The New York Times, September 2, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/03/us/03rig.html
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Rancid deposits of tissue that jellied
Much like our napalm and lip balm;
Or soap that one rubs on the palms...
Or the shampoo in hair—they're the same
In a way; for everything services
Vanity, stomach or murkier motives.
Issues of edicts and bulls from the Pope
Of fragrance and flagrant voracity
Lit with the fuse of velocity;
Sparking the engine—the tumbler's combustion—
And fleeing the voids with our fleeting avoids
As we rocket away with a dizzy rotation of axles.
We're pumping our pistons
And jumping from prison to pyre
As we jelly the substances fueling the fire.
“An oil platform exploded and caught fire in the Gulf of Mexico on Thursday morning, touching off flurries of conflicting reports about sightings of oil slicks in the water and whether any workers had been injured in the blast. ”
– CAMPBELL ROBERTSON and JACK HEALY, The New York Times, September 2, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/03/us/03rig.html
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