The cheese. The cheese.
I know it's in there, under the day-old turkey slices with the dried edges.
[the boy forgot to close the bag completely, his sandwich already made.]
It bides its time, the cheese, while cheese sticks and honey ham and the shakey cheese come and go,
grabbed for snacks or breakfast eggs
or to trip lightly across the buttered fusilli of the night before last's supper

Who knows for what it waits?
Certainly not I, a mere consumer;
what would it want with me?
I do not use it, true; I do not take it out from its drawer and lay it on the sunny formica counter, to gently warm in the noontime sun
while bread and meat and condiment are arranged just so.
It is not my type of cheese, that's all;
I prefer the paler sorts, in general.
The whiter shades of cheese, yet sharper on the tongue than this,
the orange slice that calls attention to itself more through the reflection of sunset colors
than from dulcet notes upon the tongue.

I did not buy it, but I do not begrudge its being there;
I wonder, though - does it begrudge my existence ..?

Ooh, This Is Nice

With a side of "Ooh, this is nice ..."
A scoop of "I really shouldn't,
But if you insist"
Dessert, calories don't count
On vacation and holidays,
You said it, sister!
I can't resist!
*SKWISH!*
Eskay franks, I love
A good rationalization.
Doublethink, double talk, Elephant Talk
Claire, you wanna see a picture of a guy
With elephantitis of the nuts?
It's pretty
Tasty.
How come Andrew
Gets to get up?
If he gets up,
We'll all get up.
It'll be
Anarchy!
The Sheltering Sky Old
K.C. fan there, Lan?
Well, 'new' old fan,
I mean
Although now
Even new is old
Which makes this week
Next week,
And next week
Isn't this week
Until
*splat*
Duncan s. enjoys talking
To himself
Oh yeah?!

O.k.

so?

You can fucking say fuck whenever the fuck you want to.
Even in front of fucking grandma
Even on a fucking Sunday.
Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke
Shouldn't have fucking joined.
Fucking fuckers. Fucking fuck 'em!

9000 posts of Babylon
Their strength lifts the cascades of green, red, gold.
Each terrace rises up from the last like a syrinx;
And the circuit of its wall is 385 stadia, 32 feet thick;
This isn't home: Medea was never so bold.

...in a generally sexy and muppet-filled-breeches kind of a way
Ophelia's Vengeance resides in Bowie's Pants...

How many yous are there?
A nice one for work
And another one for play,
Many howl at night,
But only one during the day.
There's a you and a me:
But also an I.
They are all connected
Behind the scenery of my face
Until the day I die.

The cold loosey mare
stood swayback in the rain.
And when she wasn't there
the sun came out again.

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If I was a lolcat
I would not need to spell.
If I was a lolcat,
I'd use the net for pr0n.
If I was a lolcat,
I'd like cheeseburgers really well,
And I would often wreck your lawn.

Scrambles through hole in cellar wall
But finds nothing there.
No nothing at all.
So I go back through the hole
To where I was before.
But it is not where I was,
And there's blankness in the wall.
I cannot go back or forwards anymore.
I moved to a parallel life,
Different from before,
And yet, somehow, nice.

Nation at war

Flags at half-staff

YKK share prices rising

Gas-impermeable zippers needed for body bags

Yellow ribbon pathos rampant on minivan tailgates

But NOTHING

Can compare to the HORROR

Of an EGG

with a CAT'S FACE

lurking in YOUR CEILING.

Aborted posts are like
they never existed
only more.
For they will never
(having been written once)
be written again.
The click of the button deletes
both the post you have written
and the one you will never write.


(hehe - this is sooooo grotty. but I wanted the idea of it somewhere.

*briefly thinks about deleting post because that would be so meta* )

Three more pink gins, aye
Test of the wobbling dead
I've yet to fail ye.

Active hearts stay warm
Steadfast friendship and pumpkin
Chummy games of squash.

(This one was hard.)

I was gonna post an old poem I wrote, but I just re-read it and man is it crap!

White deltas, lifting
Stark titanium oxide abrading the azure
Gut-punched friend with world asploded
I've had two dreams of rocket ships this week.

quote:

Originally posted by Bucephalus:
Active hearts stay warm
Steadfast friendship and pumpkin
Chummy games of squash.

(This one was hard.)

This one was great.

*bows*

re: the humble bed sheet
Versatility unmatched in ragdom
As fit for winding-shroud as for Roman toga
Not to mention as means of vertical escape
But since it lacks insulation
Give me a feather blanket
For my cold yet breathing bones.

Been through some rough seas.
Was teetotal for....6 years!
But I got better.