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whitehats3o — Sat, 07 Mar 2009 04:40:58 +0000

Futs

Inspiration in the camp of the cabbage harvesters

whitehats3o — Fri, 06 Mar 2009 04:39:58 +0000

like paper dipped in water
you have lost all strength
I warned you of gypsies and red cabbage
but you ran with Elsami in the corn field

honestly, can you say you did not
break the Sabbath in the company of gibbled dogs?
like a walking package of mixed crayons
the ensemble climb the horizon

their camp is littered with cabbage shreds and
records of Willie Nelson
what a cute little kid
who took my Visa?

In relation to hair

whitehats3o — Thu, 05 Mar 2009 04:38:06 +0000

My cereal forms an archipelago,
But Dodos are extinct (to answer your question).
Summon the multi-horn unicorns.

Obadiah fell off his chair again today,
Natural baldness is a gift.
Mayonnaise is the spread of choice,
Except on Yom Kippur.

Tabasco as a method of hair removal.
Speaking of methods,
I am fixated on the nape of your neck.

Parted except on Tuesdays
The Mullet abides.

Incomple

whitehats3o — Wed, 04 Mar 2009 04:37:15 +0000

Hear my story but I have trouble ending my sentences ever since the war of
that time there was a peaceful floating egg but no actually not an egg
sometimes i feel deceived my leg does anyway but that’s neither here nor
specifically yes i fell twice but i think it was not me but the sample i tasted that was crucial in
oh my suppose i hadn’t delivered that speech to the crow in my face it mocked my inability to move towards the
and the rain was bad too but i did not die of thirst instead i spelt out my name in mud but
the tracks of a tank smothered it good thing it was one of my friends searching for

Falling down on dirty pavement, a rash mistake

whitehats3o — Tue, 03 Mar 2009 04:36:15 +0000

If you speak spanish
talk to Martello in consumer goods
but often he relishes talking to infidels
upon realization of pure ignorance
on the basis of hollow initial stares
binding two unlike fools
concaving airport structures
manufactured by none other than
an engineering team of approximately
a mean age of 12 years give or take a few
subtract the intelligence
of the man who sold me a book for less than its worth,
even pausing to tell me
he hopes I have the pocket change
to change my life in meeting amazing street performers
with whom he has arranged numerous meetings in secret
to discuss the downfall of the world on paper,
thus agreeing to sell cheap books to children
unbeknownst to them their apparent value
in relation to downward markets uploading plastic knowledge
too concrete for those floating in the oblivion of wealth,
making it easier to disappear
among slabs of boredom
lining a dirty future in which
faulty minds are stuck two feet
in the basis of our materialistic nation.

eyes are the enemy of mankind and womankind

whitehats3o — Mon, 02 Mar 2009 04:35:20 +0000

Shifty eyes reveal lengthy shadows
covering shrubbery with a sense of fear.
When one resorts to pencil eating
it is the time of the leprechaun.

cross your eyes
and hold multiple twigs
despise no fruits

fall onto your belly
fall onto your belly
fall onto your belly

run from nutsorters
trust not the wig-maker

errors in judgement kill supper

whitehats3o — Sun, 01 Mar 2009 04:34:14 +0000

Crosswalk mishap
oh my word
falling laughter
animal rights intervention

this is not a fairy tale
hence the fang
pulpy leather is
pushed through seemingly impossible holes

hold a mug
and run in circles
don’t feel guilty for the avocado
(it had evil intentions)

Drowned to death

whitehats3o — Sat, 28 Feb 2009 04:33:02 +0000

I don’t.
But, you have to decide this is true.
Forgetfulness like a.

So much because.
Falling forward.
Then space then ping.
Oh happy.

Is living?
Emotion seems to become.
Realizing your apparent state.
Walk away.

Do poems feel naked without a title

whitehats3o — Fri, 27 Feb 2009 04:31:56 +0000

How beautiful you are,
when viewed from a distance.
your teeth sparkle
like something sparkly.

Oh, to kiss your elbow
is to taste those tasty candies
with exciting little sugar granules
and a centre that bleeds di-hexide propalmanganate.

wash your hands then take mine
and we can go skipping.
i will pretend to fall,
so you can trip on my head
and read me romantic poetry in the hospital.

Comprehending my fingers

whitehats3o — Thu, 26 Feb 2009 04:31:09 +0000

tic tac toenail in my goblet
skewered by the sharpness of the moist towelettes
Ewert was kind to choose the smaller, diseased dog

pardon my pancreas, it’s been acting up lately
(discipline it with a stick, you’ll come to love parenting)
rotations fostered as a frog enters the next dimension
green rubber
visiting the past
as only amphibians can

i
followed by a south-bound prepositional phrase
comprehend only my fingers
assuming they will be joining me
into the next hour of my life

seven young conceited gentlemen
how was i entwined in this fracas?
this dornic has Dusan’s fingers tightly wound

the rock, a frog
stating the obvious am i