American Renga: Poem Created from Recent Emails with Friends

               
This poem is a fusion of the Japanese renga and the Italian cento. It is composed of phrases, poetry, and whatnot (I love whatnot!) from emails I have received and sent, mostly in the past month or so. The unit of composition is variable, and obviously the sense of what constitutes a line is freely interpreted. Sometimes a line is an entire poem by myself or by another. I didn't get into attribution, but I can tell you anytime anyone is "dating" it's either Che or I, and any Valentine is by the inestimable Peter R. (Surname held by request. No, he's not a gangsta!) Any other complete poem with title affixed is me. This is a poem by, from, through--and every other prepositional arrow you can shoot at the proverbial wagon--friends I appreciate very much!

And I will answer a question before it comes. When one of you gets pissed at me and asks me to remove your lines from the cento, the answer will be "No." So live with it. Or hire a Yakuza assassin.

Thank you for thinking all these wonderful and dreadful thoughts, and saying them into my skull! My skull wishes it could keep these thoughts forever, but I think even Blogger will have a better chance of holding them for the long haul.

xo Bill

     September Night Cento Sunlight Renga

            (for Angela, Che, Deb, Matt, Peter & Steve)



i ammume i've fucked up




never forget you

could still wind up

a murderer or a victim

it could be your fate

as long as you won’t

hold on to the spirit

of yourself some proof

you love you’re thinking

some refusal of weapons




I guess I need to start writing poetry again and blogging.



i date
anyone
at any rate or point
do you grieve for a woman sexually
who do you date



(substance), strange word.



b) Where that limit is will vary depending on the kind of object under consideration



My cat's usual look says: "What's your damage, Heather?"



In other words, he likes to whack off
with poetry & art and do it in a public forum.




you date
a lot
of directors

you are a
film whore
you sleep
with any
film that
comes your
way

i bet
you don't
even make
sure the
film comes
first

you
bastard!

just kidding
how are you

today i am
sinn fein


If I had anything that I thought was publishable, I might ask someone else to read it and then (constructively) rip it apart, but I would still feel really guilty about the imposition. YOU DON'T KNOW THESE CREATURES THEN, MATT...THEY ARE LIKE THE THINGS THAT COME OUT OF THE EGGS IN ALIEN....RIGHT ONTO YOUR FACE...THE GENERAL RULE IS, THE WORSE THE WRITER/BOOK IS, THE MORE AGGRESSIVE THE ATTACK...BUT THEN I GUESS THAT MAKES SENSE DOESN'T IT?



rant, say nothing, say

"do your work" in Japanese.



I'm still amazed that you made a connection between Star Wars and Archie Bunker. It's actually a good thing that this Cornholio situation came up, because i had yet to think of a worthy response to that. The best I could come up with was Gloria = Jar Jar = characters I would like to see on the receiving end of a severe beating...




i guess once he realized it's a ratfest he decided to let his "inner rat" out...





to enter a mouth

   words have to suffer

      long illness

   wake to uncertain

     presence




This is not how I plan on spending my Sunday evening.



I always said a four year old with Crayola in fist could design a better universe than the divinities we imagine.

the predator/prey thing would be the first thing i'd take out of the design of a "kindler, gentle" universe.

there. i gave you one of my thousand points of light.

tomorrow we'll focus on all being parthenogenetic so we don't get into all those fucking arguments while we're fucking.

xo




2. I write "the State" in inverted commas in order to highlight my view that there is no State. This isn't strictly necessary since we don't normally refer to "unicorns" but to unicorns. The point of this device is that far more people believe in "States" than in unicorns and so I wish to emphasize its mythological nature.




I'd rather drink flea nectar and eat flea ambrosia
and say "yeah, whatever Cerberus..."



My sense of time is so screwy since being canned. what day is it again?



     WHAT WOULD YOU DOOOOO
          FOR AN IMMORTALITY BAR?
 
would you cluck
like a chicken?
 
would you date
rape casualties of war?
 
would you smile
your way to freedom
 
fries your soul
for a horse-toothed
 
sex addiction counselor
or drug dealer mentor?
 
what would you dooo
for a good long sleep?
 
i bet a lot more
i bet a heap






it was like watching a forty-five year old man skateboarding in a Safeway parking lot saying "hey bitch, look how fucking cool i am."

and then in my version of this metaphor a sixty year old tranny beats the shit out of him with a garbage can lid...you know the OLD kind...the metal ones...and leaves his back looking like an ad for TARGET....

did that sound bitchy?

xo B.





hey
are you dating
what are you seeing now

I DATED
MONEY AND KEYs
who are you with

scrape shot



HA!!!

On Wed, Sep 3, 2008 at 3:24 AM, wrote:

Hello. I am away until January 21, 2009 and am unable to read your message.




lovely...you have The Deerpark...now maybe the Buddha will come!




but i mean
what's the

difference
they do

what they
want doesn't

she watch
tv or dreams?





2: What is it to Exist?
In order to keep this article to manageable length I will not attempt to provide a complete ontological theory (a theory of what exists). I will only examine the conditions for the existence of complex objects and organisms. I will ignore issues of the existence of numbers, sets, relations, concepts, consciousness, and so on. I will assume that readers accept that complex entities such as tables and humans exist. What about collections of objects? Is a collection also an object? If we wish to accept as objects all the things we normally accept as objects, then it cannot in general be an objection to the objecthood of a thing that it is composed of parts which are themselves objects or individuals:




We can rest.




i hear one young-old grizzled guy
saying it to another old-young grizzled guy

sitting in a bar in the middle of nowhere (maybe 1870s)




"Also, if my career path ever changes to either superhero or professional wrestler, i want the original mix of 'Army of Me' to be my theme song."

Loves it. And the gorilla dentist in the video.








I hope you have a good day and that things all resolve peacefully.

Or if I said this in Baobab it would sound like this....

O bobo boo ab a boobob obboboob o ba baobabs obob boobabobba.

And here's how you say "Welcome to Wal-Mart!" in Baobab:

Baobab a Bobb-O-ab!

And Gigolo in Baobab would be "bobbabob boabba"






    EPITAPH
 
 
in all the cosmos
 
or cosmoi
 
nothing so astonished
 
as your utter
 
lack of
 
whatthefuckness.




I said, "I hope George W. Bush has to wear those nondisposable diapers with the elastic bands that hold the shit in for the next 50 years."



I was thinking of a melange of poetry and prose, a la 'Spring And All', formal and informal, relevant and irrelevant voices making a crazy choir. There is still the pressure of creating a work of art to be overcome, the pressure itself, I mean, to be overcome, the meeting of certain 'performance standards,' yes, but.... Your interests and comments on so many things are, for me, already



hey
are you dating you



so this experience put me in a hypervigilant but severely paranoid mode...like i put knives in every room of the house in hidden places where i am able to grab them w/ like five seconds notice but they're not visible...should i watch jet li movies now?



are ypu suire theres not a book
for me to do bye
you
causae it could be done fast and for free
for me at this point
can
I date or rape you





So you saw that show about bull sharks also? Something about that adapting to freshwater environments thing really creeped me out. Probably unjustified, as I tend to frequent mainly our downstairs shower and the occasional man-made swimming pool. But what if these environments are the next step in their evolutionary agenda??? Next thing you know Patrick Stewart is opening up a special school for them and then the trouble is really going to start...





made a grievious error and invited me into their cabal. Once they find out I am a really fucked-up person, I will be unceremoniously kicked out. I've always been a loner anyway, I just accept invites and then if not thrown out, slip out while no one's noticing...



     FIRST LANGUAGE IS SOUND VALENTINE
 
 
As in at 
as in all

as in day
as in hair

as in egg
as in drifter

as in when
as in it

thick and silly
as in mother hammer

as in not funny
as in fashion

as in yes
as in French or English rue.




The good thing about plagiarizing yourself is that you know you won't get sued over it... In the very surreal landscape that is right now, I actually do see that one day becoming some sort of big Barbara Ehrenreich type scandal (a writer plagiarizing himself). Actually, that may be a good premise for some sort of quirky novel. Feel free to steal that if I don't get to it first...



but it's like Gandalf dispensing wisdom, then all the little "Hobbitses" go to town struggling for their place at Gandalf's right knee...





    BENIGHTED
 
In the beginning
was the Word
 
and the Word
slipped and broke
 
a disc and cursed
all the other little
 
things running
out of its body
 
fucking
troglodytes
 
every poem
infested
 
like Leviathan
and infestation
 
incarnate



NOTHING ERASES DOOM LIKE BOWLING. ESPECIALLY IF THERE IS A BAR IN THERE.




I hope you didn't run upstairs with an axe and kill your brother after I sent you what he posted.

If the cops contact me, I knows nothing.






I didn't know whether Devin was a man or a woman though, so I stayed gender-neutral and avoided gender-specific pronouns lol. I first read them as a man's words, then as I got further into them, I thought "no...this is a woman and she is either bisexual or gay"...then I googled and found out it's a guy...so much for an eye for gender today...he probably wears tropical shirts...my gaydar is all fucked up...good thing I'm not cruising anybody...



     8
 
 
how not
think
 
of the snake
fellating
 
itself
the same
 
time
it ties
 
itself
in knots
 
exactly
like
 
all
of you
 
all
of
 
you
poetry
 
bitches



some of that was truly so painful to experience....the women who set themselves on fire...christ..if yr gonna commit suicide there are easier ways! it must be poeticized in the culture...it must hold some scriptural resonance...they showed that 20 year old woman's face....she looked 110...a skull....and those eyes...a room full of women who had burned themselves and many of them just waiting to die...






Not sure if I ever explained this, but the whole monkey thing had to do with a message from Shell about her going to the local fair. I asked if they had a monkey there, because there is one at our local fair that will shake your hand for a quarter or give you a kiss for a dollar. Evidently having a "monkey-less" fair, she thought this was hilarious, and it just kind of bled over into our exchange. If you are like me, your next question would be whether I kissed or handshaked the monkey. The answer is no, I just watched because I was afraid that I might violate the negotiated exchange relationship protocol with the monkey and cause him to freak out and bite me (the definition of "apeshit").

Guess i should wrap this up.

Guten Nacht,





No, no, that's OK.

I'm waiting until they do the tracheotomy one day, then I'm going to shove a coupla dry dry hard-boiled eggs up through there, followed by a banana.

JUST KIDDING... I haven't quite forgiven yet, but I'm working on it a step at a time...





I can't have paranoia on a rainy Saturday..it will get inside me!

I'd rather go look at fuzzy bunnies in the yard and give them Romaine lettuce.

The Romaine lettuce is probably a conspiracy started by the Romanovs who planned on the bunnies distracting me from the economy, so their true heirs (escaped from the massacre at Ekaterinburg in 1917) could use us all as dupes.

Yes, it's time for Marxism to come back again.

Won't it be funny if China and Russia become the capitalist countries (direction they're moving) and we end up being a bastion of Marxism? That would be so Orwellian! I mean the partners just changing their place in the dance.



    AND THE SOUND MADE A FORM VALENTINE

This morning eighteen
or twenty in the high tangles

I counted
which isn’t easy

given they’re all
swimming together

rusty butterflies
sailing in and around

the dying
passion vine

I mean it looked like
my Mercury statue was thinking

again and these were
his strays.
 


     AUGUST QUALMS
 
 
Oh, Peter
I'm not too sure
 
'bout butterflies
but then
 
I guess
they're pretty
 
unsure
about me
 
these days
it's a staring
 
contest, nature
is, for sure




The psycho email about the cat vomit was one of a few incidents over the past week that made me want to dig my hole again and crawl in it.



think



for a second

what I’ve already



taken your life

but look at it



this way

garcia



I mean

gratias tibi.



the only thing this guy wants is ego scalps to wear...and maybe a little extra money to buy that tin foil he probably needs to line his house so he can protect himself from the bad entropic memes and their cousins the wuggaluggits....




I DON'T REALLY CARE WHAT THEY THINK. I DO THE BEST I CAN. MY BLOG IS MOSTLY ABOUT WORK AND ARTISTS I LOVE BECAUSE I THINK THESE ARTISTS ARE LIVING AUTHENTICALLY AND HELPING US ALL PROCESS OUR MORTALITY. THERE MAY BE MINOR DISAGREEMENTS ABOUT WHAT CONSTITUTES GREAT ART, BUT TIME WILL SORT THINGS THE WAY IT CHOOSES TO ANYWAY, SO WHO GIVES A FUCK WHAT I OR ANYONE ELSE THINKS. IT'S JUST FUN TO SAY THESE THINGS AND READ THEM. IF SOMEONE'S MEAN THEY CAN FUCK OFF. IT'S THAT SIMPLE


they
date
they
defere
they cum to rape and conquer
you
date You sexually
As a big bold
man
date my naked sex with your dirty hand




Now that weirds me out. No telling what that psycho fucker is doing. Why in the fuck would he be reading my goddamned blog?!




Peter, you were very much Dante on Tuesday! As Morticia Addams says, "Do it again!"




     LATER VALENTINE

The sense
nature is what

we aren’t
but were in some way

at some time
not far from here

like I met my dead
lover in the rain

literally the rain
walked among us

to have now a body of rain
and to distinguish it

from other similar bodies
and a mind to go with it.




insane: "thinking a crush can read your mind"....i was every college girl...or high school girl...



SOMETIMES I LOSE IT AND BECOME TRIVIAL BUT THAT'S THE NATURE OF THE BLOG AND I FORGIVE MYSELF...I KIND OF LIKE THAT QUOTIDIAN TOUCH..IF SOMEONE SEEMS TOO HARD AND ARMORED AS AN ARTIST I RARELY RETURN TO THEIR BLOG..I LIKE THE HUMAN TOUCH..I TRY TO HAVE THAT MYSELF...I FEEL THAT'S A FUNDAMENTAL SEA CHANGE IN ART IN THE PAST TEN YEARS..IT'S BEGUN TO RELAX....I LOVE THIS SEA OF DISCOURSE..I LOVE READING CONTEMPORARY POETRY ON OTHER CONTINENTS...I LOVE HOW EASY IT IS NOW TO FLOW FROM CONTINENT TO CONTINENT...IT TRULY IS A BEAUTIFUL THING, THE BLOGOSPHERE...




Oh yes! And I would fit right in... heh heh heh... I'd find me a rich Italian man about 80 and fuck him to death. Then live happily ever after.





daddy
man
come date a little
are you dating




I'm a supporter of doing away with the whole predator/prey thing, but at the same time I sure do like those Hardee's thickburgers. Sorry, but i'm slightly skeptical about the whole parthenogenesis thing. I believe males of any sexual orientation would agree that "hey, it's just hanging there, SOMEONE should be playing with it (Shhh! Stop with the arguing already!)" :)





Hey,

After I reviewed that Twilight book, I started getting numerous friend requests from teenaged girls. Obviously they didn't read my review too closely, but who knows? It got to the point that I started to worry that Chris Hansen and the Dateline crew would be showing up at my house. The reason that i'm telling you this is because one of these girls in particular I have kept in my update feed because the things these kids talk about in the forums is just bizarre. Anyways, if you lurk on one of these forums, you will see a lot of LOL-ling going on. So your not actually unhip, just attuned to the emerging youth demographic :)

That would be a good tombstone just to make people wonder, but this is still my favorite:
http://www.blogcadre.com/files...
Later,




that's nice, che.

i don't know the answers to your questions.

i am very happy.

i hope you are happy too.




Yes, David Foster Wallace...but "it" was deleted...





I like Blade Runner. Especially if it's raining outside and a dark day. I think I know most of the words by heart...I especially like the Batty soliloquy...Tom Clark even put that in a poem lol...


     RACHEL'S SONG
 
she sat
at the piano
 
then and sounded
the keys
 
wondering if she
owned any
 
of these
even one note
 
not false
or the rain
 
tyrell corporation's
feelings
 
how do you
kill the memories
 
implanted
self and non-self
 
where it all began
but it didn't
 
ever really
 


Now who feels appropriated, Peter??

Fucker. LOL!



...kept hearing these sounds that were driving me crazy when the house was quiet or at night. I happened to be at the bookstore, and I picked up a book about called "The Odd Brain: Mysteries of our Weird and Wonderful Brains Explained." It looked really interesting (I love reading about the brain, mind, consciousness, language, speech, layman's neuroscience, etc.), so I bought it. I happened to be flipping through it at random, and I turned right to the page that said, "Auditory Hallucinations." I started reading and thought, oh shit! That's what I have! It explained that it's common in elderly people who have lost a lot of their hearing and have severe tinnitus. Then I Googled it and found a shitload of articles on it. The NYT had even done a story on it. What happens is that your brain is receiving these "messages" from all the static noise caused by the tinnitus. It interprets those as sounds and tries to make sense of them. Just like when you read a sentence, your brain knows to look for certain patterns and you know what's coming next. Same way you make sense of just 3 seconds of a song you've heard before and you can name the song. So the brain tries to string those audio stimuli together into a "coherent" meaning, and voila: you get songs you heard repeatedly as a kid, or piano playing, etc. Me? I hear the radio I used to put under my pillow every night when I was about 10-11.




JOAN RETALLACK emerges as CARRIE at the prom with her face, her gown, her tiara, her bouquet of flowers all soaked in pig's blood and exits the gymnasium in flames. Emerges to see JOHN CAGE getting in a pickup truck and trying to escape. He is dressed like JOHN TRAVOLTA.




     I KNOW I KNOW VALENTINE
           to Bill



A plan is not a compass

you can have a compass



and no plan which is

often best but you can’t



have a plan without a compass

not if you’re undressed



as I often hope you are

as you are always for me



not in the flesh itself

but in the sense of you



the particular to me

you are naked as true



standing and in all poses

and speaking directly to me.





They're called "MUSICAL HALLUCINATIONS," not auditory hallucinations -- although they are auditory.
xx




OK, my list is going to be very dated because I was a major South Park fan for the first three seasons and after that only watched on rare occasions. Here goes:

1. Mr. Mackey getting on the drugs.

2. The thanksgiving one were we meet the insane genetic engineer that specializes in adding extra asses to animals.

3. The carnival where Stan calls shenanigans on the guys running the game.

4. The Reading Rainbow Van guy who violates the chickens.

5.Probably my favorite: when Mr. Garrison gets a nose job and looks like David Hasselhoff.

About the bus on the cliff episode, I really loved how the first kid to leave the bus and immediately get eaten was wearing a red starfleet shirt. I'm not a trekkie now, but I was obsessed with the original series when I was a kid. In case you didn't know, the landing crew was always Kirk, Spock, McCoy, one of the other members of the main cast, and some random guy named Ensign Smith or Jones or whatever. That guy was always wearing a red shirt and always the one who got killed right away.

If you knew this, sorry for the long explanation.





i like monkeys

i date them too

they rock out with a sock out






     POEMS ARE LITTLE BIOTCHES
 
poems are often
cited for skulking
 
or skullduggery
or slinking around
 
bodies, houses,
edifices of thought
 
in the middle of
the night, the life
 
not exactly reputable
some poems are
 
to speak plain
skanks and ho's
 
best given a mouthpiece
in a one hundred dollar suit
 
because if they open
their mouths in broad daylight
 
it's gonna be gorilla bedding
it's gonna be a bff with a shiv
 
 




I was worrying about The Void. So I ate a Voortman cookie. Now I am worried about a Voortman cookie. This is called "meaninglessness management."




I was listening to Air.

You were listening to air?!

Yes.

Oh, I mean French Air.

You were listening to French air?!

Oh-kaaay.



I know that i'm forgetting a lot of great scenes, but that doesn't make me un-American, just "complicated".

I really liked the first season of Metalocalypse, but I think the jokes are best enjoyed if you went through a bone head "death metal" phase in the early to mid 90's. There is one episode where the bass player goes through a crisis of faith after a motorcycle wreck and proceeds to drag the rest of the band to all of these different church services in an attempt to find himself. When they are finally in the church of satan, the priest begins by admonishing the congregation for leaving cups and candy wrappers behind during the previous service by saying "This is the Church of Satan, not a waste paper basket."



do you blue shue

i grieve

dana is an aunt now

mama;s
got a woman now

who are you dating

what can i call you in bed
how about tomorrow >





BTW, During the whole Dateline exchange, I was really tempted to change my avatar to a picture that I stumbled across of one our counties esteemed members of the sex offender registry. Have a look:

http://www.capecountysheriff.o...

I finally decided that it was one of those ideas that was funny to think about, but better off not doing...






The only reason you could have said something like that would be to piss me off.

Now why you wanna do that, when we wuz getting along so nice like?

Am i speaking proper Goon yet?




The US is going under. Big Time. I don't want to wait for food riots and Donner dinner parties.





ABOUT FINBAR?


It wasn't so much "Fuck You" as "oh you people again."

He deigned a lot. He tolerated. He was a good cat.

En bref, he was stalwart, tolerant but skeptical of what I think he perceived as undue attention bestowed on him by humans, and an impenitent hunter.

If he were a human, he would probably have spent a lot of time at the bar in between the various phases of the Pennsylvania hunting season, and been very cavalier in his relations with women.

He was just a little bit of a Viking cat.

All humans who knew him were a bit jealous of his sangfroid and self-possession.

He never "sucked up." That's rare in a cat.

Cheers,



     VAGUELY ITALIAN SONNET

I was away
for a whole year
or a day or so
and then i felt
something on my head
and said "do i have
aids?" of course not
i scratched it off
like a glued-on ruby
i think it was a scab
no i don't have hiv
those are the healthy ones
i am one of the negative
ones in the bargain basement
of gay health looking up
where gay men shop
i would cringe
who die on the beach i think
or in their Soloflex they
are holding hands
and die beautifully
as matthew rolston
or the matthew married to bjork
will die and his death
will appear as a gatefold
in a 22nd century magazine
i will have to sweep up my own death
the self-pity and the images
all over with mice on my heavenly floor









The man is more than a few Lays away from a chip bowl.

I love it when someone makes an attempt at intellectual eclat using polysyllabics, and then types "alot" as one word.

It's like seeing Ezra Pound's toy poodle froth with rabies.

xo B.





hey
dad
we went and saw people
some of them
were
naked
can i love you








Wow I'm glad I checked my Trash... Your email had gotten re-routed because it had Sarah Palin's name in it. I had set up a filter the other day...




     FREEDOM VALENTINE



For a few months maybe

everyone was equal



before it all snapped back

to a cold greedy few



who stole back the store

and set slavery marching again



not stopping when it hears

the dogs and shotguns



of the righteous in pursuit

confident they’ll soon tire



and go home

or lose their way



and we can all

get back to work.











anyway i was up late at night singing or something and drunk (this was last saturday...two weeks in a few days) and i had this SENSE somebody was watching me...and i looked out the window real fast and there was this tall scary guy just fucking STANDING THERE STARING UP AT ME...and he kept staring for way too long after he saw i was staring right back..then he ran down the alley...it creeped me the fuck out (maybe i shouldn't have batted my eyelashes? fuckin' joke!)




Actually, our war in Iraq is about the genocide of women and children so that there are no future generations that might gain control and make those countries wealthy and powerful through their own resources of oil, money, etc. In any war, they are the ones who suffer most. It's about the propagation of nations on the backs of women -- or making sure they don't propogate future armies.

There's a war on women in this country, too. It has nothing to do with misogyny as we've been led to believe, even me. That's just another divide and conquer strategy.

Again, it's about propagating the next generation of slaves for the wealthy. Thank God I only had one child... unfortunately, it was a girl, so she will be enslaved like the rest of us baby factories.




     9.11.01


i remember
you called me

at the end
of the world

one last time
we both stared

at CNN in different
cities. there were

no commercials
at the end

of the world.
i was surprised/

you were angry
at the pilots

already. i cried
couldn't talk to you

so we wished
each other well

and i hung up
dialed another

amazingly reached
new york

and talked
to randie

who wasn't
crying either

though she could
look at the t.v.

and the window
see the smoke

both places
at once. she

had turned iron.
had no idea

where jim
was. then i

wondered
at masses

of walking halfdead
and she said

bill, there won't
really be

survivors at all.
and i realized

at the end
of the world

we adopt
the exact

emotions
we feel

towards
our parents

or whatever other
little gods

intervened.
fucked us.

because we did.
we trusted

them. we had to.
we were there.

because the body
is getting ready

to speak backwards.
perfect clarity.

the body is
getting ready

to feel this way
forever

to face what
ever made

this us






LOL.

I am told that I am like the last person on earth to still use LOL.

I am so tragically unhip.

I wonder if there is a tombstone anywhere that just says "LOL?"

But then maybe it stands for "lying over Lethe" or "life over: lounging."

Quien sabe, Kemosabe.

Yr chortling friend and my worst enemy,







The beat goes on.

I think people who are in iron lungs or who are in chronic pain or who are locked wrongfully in small prison cells have a lot worse than me.

So it's really just the existential soup thing. We're all in it. So I don't pity myself.

But you asked and as I get older I tend to tell the truth way too much lol.

This is only a first draft universe anyway.

You should see the fifth draft! It's astonishing!

Hopefully we all get there in the editing process.

We'll have to wait and see...

amities,






But beware of monkey germens. Now I give you a premise for a story, since you give me one: monkey lothario comes to town in circus. Monkey kisses all the ladies and some show-off males. Whole town comes down with new version of EBOLA or AIDS. Corpses everywhere. Medieval scene.

Monkey dances free through dead town at end of story and learns how to use remote control to watch big screen t.v. in one suburban house. Monkey comes out on lawn and scratches balls.
Dying person crawls across lawn towards monkey begging for help. "Phooooone!" he moans holding out his hand. Monkey brings him remote control and looks puzzled as the man laughs and blood comes out of his mouth. Man clicks the remote control once, changing the channel from Nickelodeon to a Lifetime Television Movie. He exhales his last breath in a death rattle.

Monkey goes to watch Lifetime Television movie starring Meredith Baxter Birney.

Monkey chews through bag of microwaveable popcorn and eats it raw.

The End.

xo





     BUT PETER...


We never
get human

again. Best
we can do

is this flickering
screen. Animals

nestling there
at the end

we put our
arms wide

around strangers
who left our bed,

as words
recycle us,

jump across
to the nearest

one breathing.
At least, that's

how it must appear
to aliens, outsiders

watching the planet,
our strange parasitic

chain, chain, chain...




BEST SOUTH PARK

1. the one where Cartman has Butters freeze him because he can't wait for the Wii to come out and clearly botched tranny-job Mrs. Garrason gets done by Richard in a horrific sex scene. And the otter's threat is a classic "I will crush yr head like a clam on my belly!" soemthing like that

2. the early season one where the kids are trapped on the bus and the horrible bus driver leaves them there with the monster who devours many of them...best moment: the bunny the horrible bus driver threatens to shoot in the head if the kids don't listen...who is apparently kept in a little box for just such emergencies...

3. the Paris Hilton and Mr. Slave whore-off one where Mr. Slave anally "inhales" Paris at the end

4. the one where the Dog Whisperer trains Cartman's mom to train Cartman using dog tactics

5. the one with Lemmywinks inside somebody's intestinal tract...the song...

6. the one where everyone is being changed by the crackpot scientist...where randy is it "becomes" a Dolphin...their parody on transgenderism yet again lol...Kyle becomes a black basketball player...

7. the Barbara Streisand battling Robert Smith one



date shire
date mire
date quire
who DO YOU RAPE OR HATE






     HIDDEN CHOIRING VALENTINE



That it sags exactly so

in an oblique direction from here



gives a succulent

luster to the whole



worldly proposition

at least the few nights



it lasts yes

assuredly



paradise still exists

but it’s completely



impossible

for us



to reach it

from here.