(July 20, 2006)
This poem was inspired by one of Gary Larson's Far Side cartoons.
Floating endless circles
around pretend castles
and plastic treasures;
past a helmeted figurine
of a man
bubbling air that doesn't pass
through lungs;
looking out
at a magnified world
appearing larger than life,
wetter than aerated H2O;
masticating
in personal defecation
and crud covered pebbles
thinking…
Should the castle burn
and I escape the flame
to flop a slimy stain
upon the tablecloth—
Am I not now more screwed?
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Tuesday, February 3, 2009
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