2008_april_15_poem

Formulae, physics, psycho.

Chemistry, Godfather II, Algebra, and fine wine.

A yellow yo-yo with white string, some Bubblicious Watermelon Bubblegum, an axe.

Bazooka Joe comics that are never funny, doubling on a bike, sex.

Narrator’s voice: sound check. We need more peas in aisle four. More peas in aisle four please.

J.K. Rowling, Johnny Cash, Jimmy Carter, John Kennedy.

Iran, Iraq, Stan (Satan’s son), Gregoire.

Ether-drenched motel carpets, Pepto-Bismol, sunrise over water, and some Coronas on ice.

Priceless adver-poetry, hyper Black-Friday consumers, and hate.

Silver City, Cedar City, Snakes on a Plane.

Numbers, numbers, numbers.

Eternal, "Soon isn’t on the clock, Bob,” cocaine.

Rasputin and Crystal Meth.

The Environment, grass, edible flowers.

Saturday-morning cartoons, awesome, hockey, lots and lots of snow outside, maybe make an igloo in the afternoon.