Friday, August 14, 2009
Titular Head of the Bread Basket
the otter cannot see the other otter approaching under the ice
at night or the eel
against the eel colored blind spot on the spine of the culvert
destined in a fable
to reappear as a non-threatening penguin with airs of entitlement
and bleeding knee
an oink meant as a presentiment to the commission of the criminal
act of guffawing
at the visible boiling point in his education, buffed out by a gear in
a murder addition sign
and too well shaved for an emissary of the razors hailing on D.C.
take five shaved men
on a bandstand playing celebration to the chief, flying stormbound
against the comic rage
of Sarah McLaughriot in a perfectly white awning, winter pigeon
mannequins blown out
from their winter coats, twanged at by ice mosquitoes in toques
"There and then you'll be able to trial run your elephant fart routine
see if to do the unrated cut is acceptable
or you might get your share of ornaments removed from your senate seat
by swift downward pressure on the truth
the price an elected official can expect to pay off this national daisy chain.”
"Come, come, my fire engine, my end of the Chinese drill, no raccoons now.
What was the devil?
You wouldn't have sat in the real devil’s lap at the mall on end of sale days.”
"I had no eels with which to ram back your otter attack.” Tebald Greengill
Alcoa researcher had occasion to remark
”You are the only proof of your serpent charming license.”
See what your having friends has done?
“No donuts but you applied for a proving ground permit. By their thirst methods."
He was as thirsty as the day he was meant to have been born.
To be a paisley sacrifice, sister this and love thy that, all atheist biblical prating
and a tobacco pony reined to it.
The holders of the PO Box keys wherein the bombs were maintained at room temp
had made three milkshakes before noon of the day.
the mitigating circumstances drank too much sake in the sushi bar the night before
offending the none too goat friendly Panda keeper.
Would a pen full of lonely Panda and otter suspend convention?
You might if you had seen her.
The sight of her azure eyeshadow now brought it all back to him -
how he had coveted her catalog duds
and treasured the time she let him stroke her automatic elephant blunderbuss
whenever in the pen he thinks of his maximum penalty
he becomes sentimental
that shining moment he took the stage to present her to her party
and found the public attentive to her gun rack
regards it still as a present from the powers that fly in first that he himself was given
this singular honor, after he’d found the otters
had had another engagement and canceled with only a couple hours notice
She was wearing a dated dress he removed
with the crowd’s eyes as he entered her ahead of them.
"If," said Mr. De Volyooshun to a Gnome, "the deed to this hammered lid
was in fact the infamous overlook
it was only infamous in the sense that what is famous is fleeting
and what fleets fleets from a half steeped brain.
Its infamy is not in the Dillinger concealed in the wonder bra
but in how that fellow Marceau
was hardly a hymen.” The music of the death of pain got through.
And she looked surprisingly like an otter
in foam rubber runner up suit. An Oversight judges everywhere
will one day pay for.