To Domestics

I made a german pancake for
breakfast today
And wondered what the germans
were thinking.

Unrelated/related note: when you
take the skin off an apple
it's far easier to crush the fruit.
I think that's a metaphor
for something.

Where was I? Two days
sick at home and my
boredom bred industry
has pushed me to domesticity.

It might take long
to crush a fruit,
but it's just a fruit
been crushed,
until you put it
in your mouth
and then it's just
a mush.

 But again.  The business
Of the skin. Anon.

~contributer

For Adults

Military men
chatting like
a marching band
and two lady lovers
screaming laughter
while twinkle twinkle little star
sang by children,
How I wonder what you are,
singing in public

rode on a train.


Only the innocent sing
in public
when no one asks.
I tried once
But got awful stares.


~contributer

For Tomorrow

The city looked gaunt today
Like a prison attendent
Seated on his stool.
Even the corners of his eyes
were open and
his jowls were locked with jam.

I think it might rain.

~contributer

To Eve

I want to wrap your body in
Bubble gum wrappers
Because you're so
Nice.

Smell the fruity
Flavoring dust
All up'n'down your
Thighs.

I see you when my eyes are open
I see you in the sun.
You're the softest thing to touch.
You make me want to
Rhyme.

~contributer

To Jeff

did you Know
a chinatown bus could be Beautiful?
It helps that a pretty girl my age
talked to me and smiled, but
before eight the sun's last
poured through the front windows
like Golden Delicious juices
and stuck to the armrests,
soft rims for the chairs.

For a second there it smelled
of rainshowers in late August
or sweat on blue collars.
The light stuck to her neck too and
I thought to take a bite.

What's your name, girl I want to bite?
Eve. She said.


~contributer

John Hibey

I was walking home, and I realized I needed to buy a car, because the one I had was broken.  But I don't have the capital, exactly, for a car, so I bought a pair of shoes instead.  I am wondering, after seeing the shoes on my feet back at the house, would anyone trade me a car for this pair of shoes?

So I googled it.

Retail, it's going for a pile of other shoes, so that the creator can make a boat of shoes next.  I believe the car runs on hydrogen from water, which is a lot like the bubbles in Pellegrino, except it's poisonous to drink.  The gear shift is a pair of tube socks, but I am requesting an automatic to replace it.  I've already dropped too many transmissions.

I wonder why I bought a pair of shoes instead of buying a car.  I also wonder if a lot of people buy something that they don't need, because they are incapable of buying something they do need.  So I googled it.

   

 It's important to have and to hold.  But not that important.

~contributer

Ayana Reece

Ayana Reece's away message for gchat read "Yeeno?" to which I too responded with puzzlement, in my own fashion. 



I am not sure if she has heard of the google, so I googled it.  For her.  The findings are definitive:

 

"Yeeno" is death.  He controls the storms, in the palm of his hand.  He decapitates babies and turns them into mere thoughts.  He sweats yellow isosceles triangles and is tremendous at history questions in Trivial Pursuit.  He turned King Midas into a boxing farmer.

I always knew Death was a total paranoid.  Capes and masks?  Dude.  You're death. You're not kidding anyone.  I don't care how many pink backdrops you stand behind, or how goofy you make a face right before you take the camera man's soul.  

Total punk move, by the way.  Grow up, Death.  We're in the Anno Domini era.

I had to know what the Death's tagline "el Malito de la TV" meant.  So I googled it.

 

I could have sworn he was one of the good ones.   Everyone's gotta sell out at some point.

~contributer