Sentence

by Violet Tiara

November 7, 2005

Gonads like nomads
of the lowlands in snowpants
eat Rolaids with barmaids,
says no man to snowman
and icicles ride bicycles
as rice pickles sing Don Rickles
and yellow bellows forth
from the fourth
porch painted by Enid
and Crosby
and Mick
who, sick in the dick
let his boiling brain simmer
and slimmer and dimmer
than
bromides of Apartheid
the Easter beast
parted ways with the
started phase with the
carted maize with the
Injuns and minions of
the party of artists
who smarting from the start is
Teddy and Betty and Anus and Morgan

and Cajuns of rice paper
paging the nice pauper
from a box on his hip
and the locks on the tip
of his hair in the air
was a sound like forgotten
dreams packed in cotton
and the angels stung
like jellyfish
and I wish
I could wrap them in plastic
and rings like elastic
would stretch as my fingers grew
and shrink when I think of you
and I personally
internationally
knew the few faces
worth facing
first basting piles of pinwheels
and miles of tin seals
barked parking instructions
and levers with suction
pulled the devil's dead function
as I grazed on glass castings
of feet that in passing
looked neat and long-lasting
until gas made me fast sleep.

Quote of the Day

“How many roads must a man walk down before someone will give him a fucking ride? What, do I look like a serial killer or something? Blow me in the wind, buddy.”

-Zimm Bobberman

Fortune 500 Cookie

Here comes another lecture on the same old tax-and-spend bullshit, courtesy your butler. Quit picking at it and maybe it wouldn't get infected. Who beefed? Details inside. Better save that big comeback tour until after you've had at least one hit song.

Try again later.

Ill-Conceived Vacation Getaways

1.	Locked in steamer trunk with mother-in-law.
2.	North Platte, Nebraska. Was thinking of a different North Platte.
3.	The hottest part of the sun. In July.
4.	Feral Monkey Zone Theme Park. Provo, Utah.
5.	The sweet release of death.

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