September 18, 2009

Some Highlights from a Collaborative Poem I was 1/3 responsible for Composing Today

Every year snails retreat to Alaska. This phenomenon
occurs so that women may dance naked atop igloos.

Songs are such irritating inventions.

Somehow Alaskans regret everything.

Illuminated solar panels digest light. So does
my beard full of bees.

Whales also wail when they slaughter seals, or small romances.

My favorite past-time is killing whales, or their babies
with bludgeons, axes, darts, whips, or hugs.

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