Sunday, September 21, 2008

HTML Party


But
         if your hover-link starts
         pushing other text
         and page elements
                                             around
  you will be asked

                                 to



        leave.


Friday, September 12, 2008

"He Urinates on his Paintings"


My claim to fame

is that The New Yorker

once published one of my captions.

No, they didn’t even do that.

I’m worthless.


Thursday, September 04, 2008

Advice for Endangered Species


   The ruddy turnstone of America
       died before my eyes.   This
    poem is inspired by
           but not about her.

     I tried to convince the great libraries
     to pump me full of rotten fruit.
     I tried and died?
     No I tried and failed.

  NASCAR cars awake to find themselves
  empty of engines but slathered in spit and lipstick.
      The Vice Presidents have all
      gone to pasture, revving
      like Alzheimer cows.

Meanwhile, on the North Slopes...
  The polar bears are all dead,
   even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,
   even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,
   even the ones we've eaten. The polar bears are all dead,

        I admit
        it's late and I don't know
        who to vote for.

 Sunrise in my eyes, coffee and rubles.
 This is the American Dream.

Wait while I await another good line.


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