Friday, July 25, 2008

fragments from fall 2007 journal

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Wednesday, July 9, 2008

To the grey hairs on my stubble

Reminding me that this
existence is temporary

that like those who got
old before me
I too will get old

that even if nanobots
impregnate me with
interminal youth

there will always be an
old goat inside me
that bleats and whinnies

as the world spins around
and occasionally,
I get observed by some kids
on a train ride

God forbid
they put me in a petting zoo

unless there is lots of fresh grass
to chew on

I get older
I come closer to death

I start to smell funny
I look in the mirror
preen, groom, and shave

it occurs to me
my hoofs look strange

Tuesday, July 8, 2008

A summer sweatlodge

the summer sucks
the juice from my body
the bugs eat me alive
I no longer exist
I am just a pillow case

the frogs are reproducing
faster than you can say
kumquat biopsy

free radicals are running my brain
I am the god of aspertame

in this world
there are 3 people worth knowing
you yourself and everyone else

if you shake hands
be sure to grin
say hello
pat lightly on the back
then plant your tongue
in your advesary's schnocker
and go to town

this is how we do things
here in the interior regions
show your dentures
keep your eyes peeled
and levitate

and before you walk off that cliff
hesitate
then smile