We place my ex-girlfriend in a large round white room, insert large metal hooks under each kneecap. Now take a rope attach one end to the hooks, the other to a large centrifuge - like the ones NASA use to train astronauts.
With me so far?
Now spin her around ’till her patellas give way and her bitchy corpulent corpse splatters across the wall like a bug on a Texas windshield.
Finally apply for an NEA grant.
Comment by jasoncarr — September 17, 2008 @ 8:46 pm
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How about this for a creative spin? While companies like Lehman Brothers and AIG tumble down and the stock market plunges, presidential candidate Sen. John McCain announces yesterday morning that, “the fundamentals of our economy are strong”… Oh Republicans, you amuse me so!
There is a spin on this world
that no one can tolerate.
I feel the creak
as I enter my car.
My winter breath slips into the window,
and the keys lean in their dangling.
On the freeway, my fellow drivers
stretch themselves slightly to the left.
The road churns under the assault of our tires;
the dirt and gravel yearn to escape.
Take the world and remove us,
and the earth is flying. It’s centripetal.
With no drivers, the cars would pile at the medians.
With no tenants, our houses would slide into the sea.
The reality is we spin and fly off this world
long before we learn to hold on.
We bury our dead to remind them of the womb,
back when we had a surface pressing against us.
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From my forthcoming book of poems, “There Is Nothing Poetic About Fish,” due out by the end of the year.
The Shork was created by Ben Lawless. Illustration by Jon Beebe. The Shork is powered by WordPress
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How about?
We place my ex-girlfriend in a large round white room, insert large metal hooks under each kneecap. Now take a rope attach one end to the hooks, the other to a large centrifuge - like the ones NASA use to train astronauts.
With me so far?
Now spin her around ’till her patellas give way and her bitchy corpulent corpse splatters across the wall like a bug on a Texas windshield.
Finally apply for an NEA grant.
How about this for a creative spin? While companies like Lehman Brothers and AIG tumble down and the stock market plunges, presidential candidate Sen. John McCain announces yesterday morning that, “the fundamentals of our economy are strong”… Oh Republicans, you amuse me so!
Link to an article describing the situation: http://voices.washingtonpost.com/the-trail/2008/09/17/mccains_fundamentals_problem.html
Take a piece of paper and put it on a quick spinning turntable. Then, as it spins, drop paint onto it.
Spin
There is a spin on this world
that no one can tolerate.
I feel the creak
as I enter my car.
My winter breath slips into the window,
and the keys lean in their dangling.
On the freeway, my fellow drivers
stretch themselves slightly to the left.
The road churns under the assault of our tires;
the dirt and gravel yearn to escape.
Take the world and remove us,
and the earth is flying. It’s centripetal.
With no drivers, the cars would pile at the medians.
With no tenants, our houses would slide into the sea.
The reality is we spin and fly off this world
long before we learn to hold on.
We bury our dead to remind them of the womb,
back when we had a surface pressing against us.
————————————————————-
From my forthcoming book of poems, “There Is Nothing Poetic About Fish,” due out by the end of the year.