Posted on | January 27, 2013 | 1 Comment
You look marvelous!! And today is your lucky Vogon Sunday! I’m sharing some automatic poems with you, which are not protected by the 2nd amendment, but which you still have the right to bear!! So, bear them well : )
POEM THAT’S A PITCH
King’s head on the chopping block.
Queen’s underthings drying in the sun.
Jack’s garage is a walk-in closet.
Ace’s luck is all he’s got.
Such a nice family, the Cards.
Extending into diamond anniversaries,
long, long marriages…
48 grandchildren later
they come ’round the club with
corrupt cells, private conversations
They come full circle
like the heart chambers
pushing all that blood around the racetrack.
Pushing it round the clock.
They come into contact w/
the wrong kind of family.
Guns are drawn; babies burned.
They creep under bridges
not raising their stakes.
Shot from behind
by something sharper.
When all is said & buried,
return their spades to
Let’s try to write a poem
That’s not about guns.
What should we write about?
Flowers? Their stamens and pistils
Bloom in 30 round halos.
Naw, let’s not write re: flowers…
How about books, let’s write about books!
I pick them up by their spines,
Each time I rifle through the pages,
Hey, let’s not talk re: books.
Then what should we talk about?
How about the best book of all:
Have you ever dreamt Facebook was a place,
A campus or complex facility
Where all your friends live in a box,
And friends of friends live in a nearby box,
And everything happens in a third box,
And the public stands on distant boxtops
trying to get a good peek
at what you’re packing?
Fare thee well, Angels. I’ll be back in a timely manner with more concoctions from my fridge. I mean, brain.