Tuesday, March 20, 2007

man man/icy demons ratfest

At its onset, it all seemed normal enough- each person grasping their respective, beloved $2 pbr, kit bowman in safety glasses, providing strange time travel metaphors. The xtreem young ones were in front, touting their illegal beverages and chewing gum. The token 35 year old with muscles and hatsuitwine was even there in full head-nodding effect.

What was to happen, no one could predict-
I saw it first in a small girl. Her chewing gum had become caught in her hair and as she reached her hand to deal with the problem, her arm began to become shorter and shorter. Her fingers curled and she started to turn. I could almost feel the prickling whiskers from across the room./


The rats were peacable at first. They continued to flail about and do hopping maneuvers they learned in
Fall Out Boy videos on the Epilepsy Channel. Some witnesses thought it was the phantom bass notes which struck in the midst of the 3rd song which stirred up the rat pit. Though no one knows the exact cause, the effect cannot be disputed. The song "miami ice," (an obvious play on words referencing their favorite basketball team, the Miami Heat) was when it happened. The rats were driven by an unseen force. They all burrowed at the same time, as if trying to find the greatest of egg rolls on the Mohawk Place floor.


the rats being the deciding factor, the definite danger, the centerpiece, this left the rest of the floor fragmented and confused. each human found his or herself struggling to define their moral fabric, their definite human component. some say that it is our senses which define us. some also say that the sense of smell is the strongest sense. perhaps that was the ultimate motive behind the great divide. there was an immediate civil war- each person asked themself- how dense is my stench? two factions were formed. the trembling keyboard solos which shot across the floor did little to slow things down. we were two armies.

the hippies vs. the hipsters.

(being careful not to forget the rats, of course, but one cannot justify calling rabid rodents a group )

there were immediate ramifications....

to be continued...


Thursday, March 8, 2007

balzac

i finally pantsed my supervisor today
i couldn't take it anymore she
didn't see
what i thought was so funny.
it was her underwear.
tomorrow i'm asking for a raise.

commutism
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my car is small it saves on
gas you think i love trees.
trees'rearrright i guess but
truth is i use it as a wedge.
nothing i like more than poppin
er low and headin for the slow lane
overturning grandma goose
in her olds.
50-50 the guardrail and
i'll give you a 10.



like kind of about poker, but more ttly like about sex&hip hop (and bunnies)
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a good wager took you all in
and a good push will spend you
i'm sure
you'll see my teeth
your arms will stretch
between bedposts shimmering like
hip hop
and you'll wonder what's not to
bounce to


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pizza fold.