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Monday, May 10, 2010

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PDT holstered, to pace
across scuffed linoleum,

with thirty two watts of
fluorescent tubing washing

my skin a starchy gray, with
Careless Whisper piping through

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

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

huffing and puffing over
a five buck tube of toothpaste?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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