Join the microfiber cleaning club? Spic and/or Span a Venn Diagram? Playing the long game of compulsory sports just
to avoid dust-busting the futon is okay if we’re all poets, ‘cause the hard work of poeting is its own taut glowing
turtle mapping zone of fealty to discouragement.
Continuing to misspell “vigilance” = putting down the porn? If so, from now on I’ll need to rent my B&D equipment
from that 99 cent place in Hatley (home of Polish Narnia’s talking military coyotes). After a road trip like that, what
wouldn’t I give for some fast cheap reiki on Zoom?
Five things I would give: 1.) that cucumber-cheddar-Triscuits-mustard snack you invented; 2.) the wet garlicky
flatbread in the “discontinued” aisle by the birdseed; 3.) Henry Ford’s curtain hack; 4.) “Cap’n Crunch’s” “cock”;
5.) perfume that smells like weeping.
Are we still stalking the womb of you know whom? Or celebrating the parallel spectacles of fascism in Nazi Germany
and present-day America? Either way, I think I’ve stopped experiencing the contradictions of the swamp master
of the microfiber cleaning club, which I haven’t joined yet because of that weird loud Polish talking coyote
rustling in the underbrush.
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“‘cause the hard work of poeting is its own taut glowing
turtle mapping zone of fealty to discouragement.” YUH
“Cap’n Crunch’s” “cock” !?!! perfume that smells like weeping !!
oh I am not even a little meh about this poem. superb.
Thank you! There’s a company, Sucreabeille, that makes a perfume called “Tears of My Enemies” (I def need to get that). Here’s their description: “Tears of My Enemies features notes of salt water and greenery, with tendrils of smoke wafting overhead and a slight hint of metal in the air. This unique fragrance evokes a sense of resilience and strength, inspired by a story of survival and camaraderie in a harsh, post-apocalyptic world.” They also have one called “Bog Witch.” And here’s their description for “Trash Panda”: “We’re voting for the Trash Panda as the official 2020 mascot: it wears a mask, always washes its hands, and lives its life in trash. Relatable. We’re all living together in a gigantic dumpster that is also on fire, so why not be like the Trash Panda and revel in our present circumstances? Steal away under the cover of night, mask on your face, running away from the slightest noise because people are terrible and you should stay away from all of them. Make a Garbage Dog friend and rummage through side-by-side dumpsters searching for treasures and trash. Make the most of it! Eat trash, be free! Scent Notes: A masculine blend of cherry tobacco, atlas cedarwood, forest accord and rosewood, blended with a fresh, rich spiced mango.”
Polish Narnia! Mip mip mooreh!
Mip mip meh!
redonkulous reduxifications, batman! love this.
Thanks, Kirsten! I actually have a poem of “Holy” Robin phrases — a mashup of those and “Howl.” I should post it.
I’m packing for Polish Narnia right now…
I’ll meet you there.
lololol IT’S PERFECT
NO, YOU ARE!!!