Mobius Strip [Today's News Poem, May 29, 2010]

Mobius Strip [Today's News Poem, May 29, 2010]

The bicyclist speeds down the hill. He is drinking.
He sneers as he passes me, flicking a booger
That lands at my feet and I hope—yet I don't—that
He knows of what's coming, I turn and he's crashing.

I see him. He passes from bike to the sky and
He's ground by the asphalt, then trampled by motors.
A driver is panicking. Gunning her engine
She blows through the red and she crushes a stroller.

The truck hits the train and the train hits the cars and
The limits are showing. I bet this continues
Until there's a blast so tremendous it shatters
Our glasses and blows out our brains through eye sockets.

“BP acknowledged the failure Saturday of its latest "top kill" operation to tamp down oil gushing from its blown-out well, and launched a new interim effort to contain the flow.”
– Margot Roosevelt and Louis Sahagun, Los Angeles Times, May 30, 2010 Edition
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-oil-spill-20100530,0,841698.story

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Scream Forever You Fuckers [Twitter Found Poem, May 29, 2010]

Scream Forever You Fuckers [Twitter Found Poem, May 29, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I Sometimes wish we were a communist country
so i could see somebody getting murdered out there....
dont play victim. you talked the stock market.
Now you Are getting murdered for
making a difference: fanny pacs with patriotic colors.

another crazy ass wanted to push
kids that keep running up and down the stairs
down the stairs to have them stop!
she wanted them to shut up and die,
so she could sleep in peace....lol.

oh my GOD I WISH THIS civilization WOULD MOVE.
im DRIVEN BY DISGUST N. RESENTMENT.
im Freaking out a lil.

Murder makes a difference!
execution makes a difference!
you talked the stock market?
push you down the stairs.
you wanted to sleep in peace?
sleep in peace forever.
you just ate a baby?
I screamed. you should scream forever.
dont play victim. im DRIVEN BY
DISGUST N. RESENTMENT for U.

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Charismatic Marine Mega-Fauna Counterattack [Today's News Poem, May 28, 2010]

Charismatic Marine Mega-Fauna Counterattack [Today's News Poem, May 28, 2010]

A whale was bombed from the beach with the fury
Of dynamite charges. Pursuing the motion,
A judge threw harpoons at another; the jury
Was foamed with the blood of the beast from the ocean.

We tread in the liquid. A courtroom reporter
Is bouncing off walls from the blast of the spouting.
The penguins and pinnipeds caught on recorder,
Are leaping from cages to tackle the shouting

Defending attorney. Their legal adviser
Extends just a briefcase to fend off attackers,
Who tear at his face with their beaks and incisors.
The splintering furniture, coated with lacquer

All roils in the courthouse. A tide can't be swelling:
Can't vanquish the dockets—can't spill in the street—
To cover the city, its people, their dwellings
With drowning—like beaches, a scene of defeat.



“Japan rebuffed a threat by Australia to take Tokyo to court over its whaling in the Antarctic, saying on Friday that the annual hunts were permitted under international law and accusing the Australian government of exploiting the issue for political gain.”
– Hiroko Tabuchi and Mark McDonald, The New York Times, May 28, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/29/world/asia/29whales.html?src=mv

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Watching Gary Coleman Get His Angel Wings While Flying 1st Class on Devil's Airlines [Twitter Found Poem, May 28, 2010]

Watching Gary Coleman Get His Angel Wings While Flying 1st Class on Devil's Airlines [Twitter Found Poem, May 28, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

WHAT YOU TALKIN BOUT EVVVERYONE?
I had over 100K as a toddler. money was no object to me.
I was part of click (sp) 20 strong called real world inc.
I was in the core group but now I only talk to one of em.

I got drunk off sum shit called PinkLemondrops
now I work the corner of Avenue Q.
I was going to work on a movie
starring me And #GaryColeman.
now that will never happen.

I wonder what Conrad Bain thought
when he heard he died? People Didnt Even Know #garycoleman
Was Still Alive Untill He Was Dead.

I heard he was mall cop....
I heard he was trying to get his angel wings....
I heard he was Still Alive Untill He Was Dead
and nobody noticed.
lesson to be learned: quit life while people care.

when it came to making a movie while people Still care
gary coleman came up short.
& now i'm flying to hell in first class flying on devil's airlines
for making jokes on #GaryColeman.

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Homing Chicken, Part II [Today's News Poem May 27, 2010]

Homing Chicken, Part II [Today's News Poem May 27, 2010]

Even a chick has to break its own shell.
Hatched in a classroom, the kids call them 'peeps.'
Tending the cages for birdies to dwell,
Students observe that beneath the cute cheep,
Predators lurk. When the black one falls sick,
Siblings both bury the bird in the chips—
Wood for a grave that the yellow ones kick.
Golden like sunlight that's ready to drip
Off of a cloud that evaporates soon
After that instant. The birdlings are burned.
Death by the heater that gave them the boon—
Life and then ashes: the lesson kids learned.

“Powerful governments and political expediency are helping to perpetuate torture, war crimes and other human rights abuses around the world, Amnesty International said Thursday in its annual report.”
– Mark McDonald, The New York Times, May 27, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/28/world/28amnesty.html

“The dire impact of the massive Gulf spill was apparent Sunday on oil-soaked islands where pelicans nest as several of the birds splashed in the water and preened themselves, apparently trying to clean crude from their feet and wings.
Pelican eggs were glazed with rust-colored gunk in the bird colony, with thick globs floating on top of the water. Nests sat precariously close the mess in mangrove trees.”
– GREG BLUESTEIN and MATTHEW BROWN, The Associated Press, Sunday, May 23, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gIXWYBTpLtSayJtg41LKXpxSxVPAD9FSN9GO4

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Hungry Horny Hippos On An Alligator Cloud [Twitter Found Poem, May 27, 2010]

Hungry Horny Hippos On An Alligator Cloud [Twitter Found Poem, May 27, 2010]

float on an alligator cloud.
win Sex with an alligator.
bite like an alligator.
it is just a game.
bite off the face of your face
and float with the cloud
to Lizard City.....

Lizard City looks like an alligator City but is coo as hell.....
on Fire like hell. Lizard City is just a cloud
on Fire like hell. go have some Sex and the City
alligator..... on an alligator cloud.
This game is called Nuclear Fire Crocodile Killer.
r u kidding me?!
it is just a game.
I killed me?!
it is just a game.
I give you an alligator cloud
for your/my face to bite off the face that feeds you/me.

the cloud Upon which I float I called
the City, before I played the game
called Nuclear Fire Crocodile Killer,
I ate like a snapping turtle like A hungry hungry HOUSE HIPPO,
I made a City on a cloud!!
I killed you/me and it is just a game.


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The Ancient One's Invisible Hand is a Tentacle [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 26, 2010]

The Ancient One's Invisible Hand is a Tentacle [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 26, 2010]

Tentacles wander the fathoms; they're searching:
Grasping for nourishment, seeking possession.
Corals are crumbled and sucked by the lurching
Feelers with mouths—they've a hungry aggression.
Cold is a measure of distance. The suckers
Latch to the pebbles, atolls, to the beaches...
Grinding the islands, appendages pucker,
Kissing the nourishment flecks that it leeches.
Diving again: submerging and seeking
Treasures in castles of sand that are tended
Laxly, but helpless is better. The ekings
Animals struggle to keep are upended
With grasps from the ocean. A smothering tether
That taps its own hunger will draw all together.

“At least 44 people were said to be dead after a third day of violence in Kingston, Jamaica, as security forces assaulted the slum stronghold of armed groups believed to be defending accused Jamaican drug lord Christopher "Dudus" Coke... Much of the problem, authorities say, lies with the long-festering issue of Jamaica's criminal organizations, many centered in Kingston's shantytowns, and the rise of powerful "dons." In exchange for the community's protection of their illicit activity, these figures offer services that the government at times doesn't, such as welfare and local justice. Mr. Coke is among the most powerful of these men.”
– Joel Millman and Nicholas Casey, The Wall Street Journal, May 26, 2010, 1:54pm ET
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704717004575268253857164996.html?mod=WSJ_hpp_MIDDLENexttoWhatsNewsTop


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You Can Pretend You Don't Know Anything About EVERYTHING But The Truth!!![Twitter Found Poem, May 26, 2010]

You Can Pretend You Don't Know Anything About EVERYTHING But The Truth!!![Twitter Found Poem, May 26, 2010]

A censor is a person who knows more
than he or she thinks he she ought to.

afraid of conversation? afraid of your perspective?
afraid of Public opinion turning against Chanel!!!?
let's fix that, mister or missus BP!!!

Permanently Delete EVERYTHING on your PC
on your oil leak. Chanel Wipes it clean.
The Net interprets censorship as damage, and routes around it.
I interpret you as the damage of Chanel!!!

Chanel routes around you, and censors
your greatest sins and tragedies.
you can Delete everything and never see
what you dont like never again.

A vain person can be a very unintelligent one!
but Double standards at their best
Permanently Delete EVERYTHING.
You can Pretend You Don't Know Anything
About EVERYTHING but the truth!!!

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All Text is Born Senile [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 25, 2010]

All Text is Born Senile [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 25, 2010]

Memory locked in the cabinet's waiting...
Dust may inspect what the ledgers have hidden...
Ink has no secrets. Its lover is baiting
Curious eyes; with a body forbidden.
Paper's enticing, inert yet attractive.
Passion with posture—its poise is its mettle.
Leaping the keyboard to folders marked 'active.'
Pages are athletes before they can settle,
Aging in boxes of metal, in folders.
Lonely—they whisper their letters to strangers.
Senile from birth they confess to the holders
Memories pages recite. And the danger
Of burning: the last of the acts of the curling—
A last pirouette—and the memo is whirling!

“BP Plc told congressional investigators on Tuesday that pressure tests on a drill pipe showed a fundamental mistake hours before the deadly explosion that caused the Gulf of Mexico oil leak, a memo released by two congressmen showed.”
– Timothy Gardner editing by Philip Barbara and Bill Trott, Reuters, Wed May 26, 2010 12:26am EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE64P0JS20100526?feedType=RSS&feedName=topNews

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I'm My Own Bitch Now [Twitter Found Poem, May 25, 2010]

I'm My Own Bitch Now [Twitter Found Poem, May 25, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

You've wasted your life.
I was gonna be ur bitch
and get away with it.
I really dnt feel bad now..
i was gunna type my number
in your motorola flip phone
and get away with it. forget yall.
today was Geek Pride Day.
I dnt have to do anything for you.
My inner geek is starving for a Star
Wars shirt, Superman undies,
comics and Baldur's Gate.
Well, that explains a lot.
I really dnt feel bad now.
I was gonna be ur bitch
But now i'm My own inner geek BITCH!!

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Uranium Fruit [Today's News Poem, May 24, 2010]

Uranium Fruit [Today's News Poem, May 24, 2010]

I am aching. The fullness of what
I've become is unstable and soon
I'll expand and fulfill the design
That the makers—who mined and then cut
Me for centrifuge—spun as a boon
From my essence. To them I define
The philosophy stones can command.
You may call me forbidden—the fruit
From a tree, but I'm nothingness. Dense,
I'm a paragon, truly, of grand
Aspirations. To horde, not to shoot.
As a treasure, I'm vaulted and tense
For the trigger—the launch—I am fissile:
The epiphany waits in a missile.

“A Defense Department spokesman in Washington, Bryan Whitman, said the naval exercises would be conducted “in the near future” and would be aimed at improving the ability of South Korea and the United States to detect enemy submarines and halt banned shipments of nuclear materials. The announcement was the Pentagon’s first concrete response in the escalating tensions between North and South Korea over what South Koreans have called the deliberate sinking by the North of one of their warships two months ago.”
– Choe Sang-Hun and Thom Shanker, The New York Times, May 24, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/25/world/asia/25korea.html

“The United States will review Iran's proposal to ship enriched uranium to Turkey and plans to consult with France and Russia on the next steps, the U.S. State Department said Monday. ”
– Natasha Mozgovaya and DPA, Haaretz, Latest update 22:22 24.05.10
http://www.haaretz.com/news/international/u-s-to-review-iran-uranium-swap-proposal-1.292026

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No Reincarnation for Zombies [Twitter Found Poem, May 24, 2010]

No Reincarnation for Zombies [Twitter Found Poem, May 24, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

There is rarely a time when I am not agonizing.
a kitten and a white rat were lovers.
THE white rat said he'd pay for half an abortion,
so he gave THE kitten a hard punch
and OUT came a white mouse.
which was eaten by THE white rat.

I remember when I was not agonizing
with karmic illness. a LONG time ago.
It was like a natural disaster,
a trip to zombie land.
I had to conform, caught in a State of Emergency
with government ninjas. They HAVE ALWAYS SAID
WAIT UNTILL They give the waddyasay.
They HAVE ALWAYS SAID
YOU HAVE one life, one #.
YOU are caught in a State of Emergency.
So don't die.

I had quit my job.
I had to Kidnap me to make me happy.
I skipped town & got a new #.
I had to be reborn.
zombie friends from this life
might become strangers in future life.
or might not be reborn...

Who were they? THE kitten & white rat??
friends from a past life??
and the white mouse??
my Child in a future life??

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Centrifugal Force [Today's News Poem, May 23, 2010]

Centrifugal Force [Today's News Poem, May 23, 2010]

Whose excess of faith is intact?
Whose coffee in paper is cupped
In fists that can cradle a fact
And comfort and never erupt

With more than a protest. We sip
And gushers of plenty fulfill
Demands on the harnessed. We grip
The planet so tightly we spill

Some drops in to space—where it's gas
That dissipates—following prayers
From earlier eras and pass
Away from our grip. And our heirs

Already are losing their bond
With ancestors flying away—
I'm drifting to edges beyond
The limits. I'm watching them spray

The surface of earth. They ignite
The clouds and the birds all collapse.
The oceans are burning new light
Like stars or the sun or perhaps

Like embers of paper in heaps
They lit with our excrement, books.
And farther we drift as they reap—
I think— the whole orb. There it cooks.

“Saying BP has "from day one, frankly not fulfilled the mission it was supposed to fulfill," Interior Secretary Ken Salazar expressed frustration Sunday with the delay in stopping an underwater oil gusher 33 days after an oil rig exploded and sank in the Gulf of Mexico.
"I have no question that BP is throwing everything at the problem," Salazar said. "Do I have confidence that they know exactly what they're doing? No."
But he and other federal officials likened the task to an "Apollo 13" mission.”
– CNN Wire Staff, CNN, May 23, 2010 -- Updated 1933 GMT (0333 HKT)
http://edition.cnn.com/2010/US/05/23/oil.spill.response/

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Guidance System by @LordBeelzebub [Twitter Found Poem, May 23, 2010]

Guidance System by @LordBeelzebub [Twitter Found Poem, May 23, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

ridin a skateboard on the freeway
On my way back from the forest.
an old volvo driving 95 flies past me.
Car next to me swerving.
I see she is texting
her @LordBeelzebub .

On the highway headin to cleveland
We are all lost.
some seek guidance
from a missile.
Others look for Jesus.
I'm looking for the money tree.

Car next to me gives me
AN ugly look. is the look I have on my face
the look of AN angry face?
I thought I had a common-sense-laden, ugly face.

@LordBeelzebub texts her back.
she gives me AN *evil smile*
she *pulls out pistol & shoots*
at my ugly face.
She swerves into me.
i'm bleeding to death.
she takes so long to kill me
before she takes my map...
my skateboard...
my face...
she is going to get her soul
recharged by the money tree.
I won't Die in the hospital.
I Die On the highway.

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From Transcendental Idealism to Materialism [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 21, 2010]

From Transcendental Idealism to Materialism [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 21, 2010]

From superstrings, to skeins of life, the strands
Are tangled. Caught between effects and cause,
They snarl together: knotted into bands.
Shall combination serve the final laws
Of flux? Where epicycles meet at last—
With Einstein, Bohr—if not in flesh, then mind?
Remake the world: a mold from human cast.
Induction meets deduction—both designed
To meet the middle totem: merging thought
With measurement. We make autonomous
And yet connected, everything we've wrought,
Imagined. Otherwise anonymous,
Our nightmares harmonize with cosmic spheres—
Made live through our homogenizing gears.

“Bioethicists have reacted with caution to the announcement that scientists in the US have created the first synthetic living cell. Dr Craig Venter's team announced their landmark discovery in Science magazine. They have succeeded in transplanting synthetic DNA for a bacterium into a host cell. But what are the ethical implications of their discovery?”
– BBC, 13:56 GMT, Friday, 21 May 2010 14:56 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science_and_environment/10138831.stm

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Kentucky Stir-Fried Pigeon [Twitter Found Poem, May 21, 2010]

Kentucky Stir-Fried Pigeon [Twitter Found Poem, May 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I went to KFC. fuck me.
Now I have gas. Grossssssss!!!
BUT McDonalds Kentucky Fried Chicken and Pizza Hut
IS MAKIN me SHIT!!!
OVERALL THIS Freedom is the very source
of creativity for both individuals and society.

A lot of people have nice cars, but only a few people have gas.
fuck me. Most people have gas
from fast food and OIL
WARS WARS WARS.
Most people have food
from fast food WARS.

Freedom is the very source
of WARS WARS WARS.
isnt that the #1 perk to this office nonsense?
endless war cookies??

trynna figure out how things got so far outta hand??
your fat ASS. Grossssssss!!!
If I had any food, OIL, nice cars,
OR video games... instead of pumping gas
from my ASS, Refining it and driving
their nice cars with it...
If I were a pigeon OR a Chicken
OR a gorgeous foreign girl with an amazing set of eyes,
a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
would launch nuclear missiles
and Kentucky stir-fry my ASS
Grossssssss!!!

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Warning: No Toylit For Tomorrow, May 22

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Cosmos of Flesh [News Poem, May 20, 2010]

Cosmos of Flesh [News Poem, May 20, 2010]

You wake from your slumber. You're thirsty and sweating.
You're stiff in the spine and the hips as you hobble
To fill up your belly with water to placate
The jailor who hijacks your dreams of what? Riches?
Of love? You're an idiot, hoping that nothing
Will change, but it does! And your cradle, your bedroom
Can't save you from gnashing your teeth with the knowledge
Of withering. Sleep is no refuge, nor willful
Forgetting the rescue you crave. In the flushing
Of blood, in the flow of the cells—in the circuit
Of life—you are pregnant with microbes, the mother
Of fragments of mystery. Symbiotes lurking
The chambers of colons, of sinus, of eyelash
Are seeking a balance, by coming together
In Eden inside you; be fearless, not fearful—
Connect to the cosmos of flesh: you will perish.

“The US Human Microbiome Project has sequenced the genomes of 178 members of the community of microbes that calls the human body home.”
– Heidi Ledford, Nature.com, May 20, 2010
http://www.nature.com/news/2010/100520/full/news.2010.254.html?s=news_rss

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A Pretty Cool Psychic Guy [Twitter Found Poem, May 20, 2010]

A Pretty Cool Psychic Guy [Twitter Found Poem, May 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

New Mechanism for psychic Dominance over matter:
search for the swaggnificence within your self.
If you really want to destroy a mind,
Meditate for 5 minutes a day.
It does not matter how slow you go so long as you do not stop.

Don't ever lie to me. I have a latent psychic ability.
I will Mind melt you with my geek-attack
like a Large Hadron Collider.
how is the reception for my
psychic Dominance over matter?
do you like my new music?
I call it music by a psychic Rogue Pulsar.
does it make You Crazy?
good really good.
I'm GONNA Get my OWN SHOW.
my New Mechanism for psychic Dominance over
people and amateurs.
I'm GONNA broadcast my psychic laser.
YOU GONNA hear the voice of the god particle.
I'm Large Hadron Collider. a pretty cool guy.
I searches for Higgs boson
and doesn't afraid of anything.

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A Soldier Discovers the New Pastoral Dynamic [Today's News Poem, May 19, 2010]

A Soldier Discovers the New Pastoral Dynamic [Today's News Poem, May 19, 2010]

You want me to dig it? I'll dig it. Don't bury
The farmer who struggles to pay off the city.
The treasure's interred in the paddy I reckon.

I welcome you back to the earth that sustains us.
Your grave will have flowers and incense for Buddha.
My treasure, you're hidden from duties and honors;

My friend, you're a grain that is full for the harvest.
The mouths that will feed on the corn that you sprouted
Shall praise what is given from that which was taken:

Together the proxy and source—both combining
The scythe from the forge and the crop of the planet
Together—recycled like souls in the nothing.

“Thaksin, ousted in a bloodless 2006 military coup, is denounced by adversaries as Thailand's most corrupt politician. To his anti-government supporters, who set Bangkok ablaze on Wednesday, he is a savior.
Speaking from an undisclosed location, Thaksin said the crackdown on "red shirt" protesters, which killed six people and wounded 58, could degenerate into widespread violence.
"There is a theory saying a military crackdown can spread resentment and these resentful people will become guerrillas," Thaksin told Reuters as troops fought protesters in Bangkok, sparking violence in outer provinces.”
– Nopporn Wong-Anan, Reuters, Wed May 19, 2010 6:05pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE64I5NX20100519

“Armored vehicles and snipers may win the battle to push the red-shirt protesters out of Bangkok, but the government is losing the war to hold back the course of Thailand's history. The nation's economic and social aspirations have outrun its elite-focused political institutions. The key to understanding Thailand's current conflict, which is a grim reminder of murderous confrontations between protesters and security forces in 1973, 1976 and 1992, is rural Thailand, where about two-thirds of the population lives.”
– Andrew Walker, The Wall Street Journal, Accessed online MAY 20, 2010, on May 19, 2010 at 4:26pm PST
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703691804575253720692249514.html?mod=wsj_india_main

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Reverend Bonaparte and Reverend Einstein [Twitter Found Poem, May 19, 2010]

Reverend Bonaparte and Reverend Einstein [Twitter Found Poem, May 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

If you have love and compassion towards all living beings,
then kill children and loud ugly babies...
It is outrageous that we take for granted that we kill children
for reminding us all that we are forced
to abort the children of our enemies.

kill the fucking enemy; kill kill
the fucking Baby mama; burn, burn, the motherfucker...
the Baby mama fucker to the ground.

The smell of sterilized babies
smells like My Right to Enrich me.
fewer people? You guessed It !!!

your Daughter hands me a plate with playdough
on it. "I got you some pancakes. They're made in China"
your children hands me a plate with all your treasure.
I pay my child's math teacher Reverend Einstein
and I pay Reverend Bonaparte: my child's ethics teacher.

Be careful or she Might Be my new Baby mama.
the greatest enemy of truth is Blind belief in
democracy and human rights.


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From Gas to Sauce [News Poem, May 18, 2010]

From Gas to Sauce [News Poem, May 18, 2010]

You mean I could have packed
Myself inside a trunk,
And floated past the bridge?
A riptide could have pulled
Me past baleen and shells,
Along the sandy coast?
A crab to pinch my ass,
The clams to laugh at me?

And long before I'd get
Too far, I'd snag upon
The brownish-greenish kelp.
Too far from rescuers,
I'd sink below the leaves
And watch the tide possess
The bladders filled with air:
A message for my home.

“The unidentified woman was white or a light-skinned Latina and appeared to be in her 30s, police said. Her body was in the fetal position inside the case, which was found near Folsom Street and the Embarcadero about 8:45 a.m... A young child walking on the Embarcadero noticed the suitcase and alerted a relative, who called authorities...”
– Jaxon Van Derbeken, San Francisco Chronicle, May 18, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/05/18/BAMG1DGLO6.DTL


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Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]

Evil Satellite of Love [Twitter Found Poem, May 18 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

My day would be completely PERFECT if I Didn't
have INDOSAT crash right in front of the high school.

fly me AWAY from the moon
AWAY from high school.
to love. I need a new sidekick.

Meet me in outer space.
Nobody is perfect here
THERE or really anywhere.
I have a lil secret. . .
I am nobody.
Nobody is perfect
Therefore, I am perfect!

I get a lot of people threatening my life
because I catch them in my high school.
I may just ship them on a satellite
when I get bored with them.

I just heard a story that would curl your toes
& enrage you all at the same time.
after hours of agony in orbit
my last boyfriend
crashed going 2 mph right outside the high school.

People have a capacity for evil that always surprises.


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Homing Chicken [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 17, 2010]

Homing Chicken [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 17, 2010]

From chips of beaks to clouds in pigeon-flight,
The wings descend from craggy tiles of clay.
The buses pass the birds of gray and white.
The flock descends to peck on trash and play
The street for moments, taking flight at last.
I saw their nests. I heard the peep of chicks.
And later, after dinnertime, I passed
Another rite. Your son was sobbing—sick.
He said his class had hatched and raised from eggs
A flock of orphaned chickens: science-farm.
At dinnertime he saw the drumstick leg
Was once a ball of fluff they held in arms.
And somehow everything must lose its way
Between the time of birth and last decay.

“June live cattle were flat at 93.25 cents a pound; August feeder cattle shed 0.12 cent to $1.1285 a pound; June lean hogs lost 0.65 cent to 82.90 cents a pound; and July pork bellies tumbled 1.30 cents to $1.0010 a pound. ”
– Associated Press, 4 Hours ago as of 1:22pm PST, May 17, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jTFTmnlbuEGk5C6BuJSgEEKeGrvQD9FOM5HO0

“The Calvary Episcopal Church in Danvers launched a new monthly prayer service for dogs on Sunday, called the "Perfect Paws Pet Ministry."”
– WBZ CBS 38,CBS Broadcasting Inc., May 17, 2010 8:15 am US/Eastern
http://wbztv.com/local/pet.mass.danvers.2.1698026.html

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I Gotta Feed You Me and MY Horse [Twitter Found Poem, May 17, 2010]

I Gotta Feed You Me and MY Horse [Twitter Found Poem, May 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

lmaoooooo I'm getting really sick of 'wrong' or 'right'
when you need to be looking for a job.
I dont care about if you detect horse pee on your pillow.
take a shower

NO ONE WOULD WATCH A BABY foal
COME OUT MY ASSHOLE.
#StopTalkingAbout a tv SHOW!!!
please cheer me up a little. I'm in such a bad mood.
I dated the mexican horse NAKED?!
the mexican horse did me wrong.
He was the cutest horse I have ever seen.
I'd cry in a pillow.

Get that ASSHOLE horse OUT of MY house!!!
I'd actually like to ride the horse NAKED
for the next 4 1/2 hours.
I'd actually like to have his foal.
I'd like to do laundry, clean, feed my horse,
Get better and better with that thing with ma tongue
and a horse MEMBER
And do an episode ON me talk show about Furries.
I'm going to work
for all three of US.
I should Get you two OUT of MY house!!!
I'd like to be ON tv!!!
but I gotta feed you me and MY horse.

and
I had a pregnancy test
gotta find the results...
please LORD NO
cheer me up a little.
I'm getting better and better
I need another day.

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Altar for Piranhas [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 16, 2010]

Altar for Piranhas [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), May 16, 2010]

Today was canceled. Pack your bags and walk
Away from vending boxes selling bags
Of neon hue—against the beige—and talk.
The chatter's constant. Televisions nag
On altars propped above the greasy seats.
A woman drops her phone; a moment's pause
In conversation. Crowds of people bleat...
I'm deaf. My ears were snapped to bits by jaws
With orange caps and sparkle ankle boots.
Processional piranhas dressed in red
Observe the ceremony. Each salutes
The mouth for eye and ear—from color lead,
For hungry masses: inspiration's screen.
It gobbles up their cud, then beams a scene.

“Flights were cancelled across large parts of Britain today as the continuing disruption from the volcanic ash cloud reignited tensions between airlines and the aviation safety watchdog.”
– Dan Milmo & Martin Wainwright, The Guardian, Sunday 16 May 2010 22.10 BST
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/may/16/volcanic-ash-uk-flight-disruption

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Mother Nature Spirits Never Bought a Puppy [Twitter Found Poem, May 16, 2010]

Mother Nature Spirits Never Bought a Puppy [Twitter Found Poem, May 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I have learned not to worry
but to honor its coming with all my heart.
I honor all the gifts of love, good people and things in my life.
I love Mother Nature, two deer, and Whoever said
you can't buy love never bought a puppy!

so What is up with all this cloud cover?
I need something positive.
Sunshine! Trees! Fresh air!
I need A blissful day connecting with nature
spirits and beautiful people

I saw another coyote the other day
and I keep finding corpses in the backyard.
my puppy!
Excuse me, Mother Nature.. What is up
with all this cloud cover?
Crap! nature spirits Tornado warning.
is it my incomplete participation in ceremony of the consecration of
nature spirits?
Earthquake hits my backyard ! ! !
Mother nature spirits Tornado hits my
mama outside.
Mother nature spirits dishing it out everywhere.
stop it!!!!!
I'm mad you keep warning me.
I'm Tired of finding corpses in the backyard
I'm sick with a real knowledge of the human soul.

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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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