Thursday, July 31, 2008
How'd Ya Like to Make $1,485.55 a second? Be Exxon
Gosh, what a shame - Exxon only made $1,485.55 a second in it's last fiscal quarter. They were expected to do better. Things are tough all over, aren't they?
I'll bet Melissa doesn't feel so bad now that she knows she's not the only one feeling the pinch ....it's always reassuring to know that others are suffering, too.
I'll bet Melissa doesn't feel so bad now that she knows she's not the only one feeling the pinch ....it's always reassuring to know that others are suffering, too.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Arghhh
Good God!! Someone found this blog by googling the words "Free Kitten Corpse."
Not only did they find it - apparently Terminal Chaosity is the second offered pick.
Arghhhhh!!!
Not only did they find it - apparently Terminal Chaosity is the second offered pick.
Arghhhhh!!!
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
At Seven
This is when you learned to fear your food:
the summer squash sagged soft, the winter beans.
First came the night, the kitchen table where
you couldn't bear to eat and so were forced
to sleep, small head against congealing plate
'til dawn. Then came the day - with mother on
her knees as if in prayer, her index finger down
her throat - and yours - and you just stood there dumbly,
numbly, holding back her hair. Where's Grandma J.?
Where's dad? Where's God and what the hell? Can't
anybody hear the wretched retching coughs,
the gags that herald time before school time?
She's sick, she's purifying both of you.
You'll feel better afterwards - she promises.
You kissed the sour mouth goodbye, and hoped
the forewarned threat of death did not occur
before noon, before lunch, before you made
it home again - before you'd time to save her.
the summer squash sagged soft, the winter beans.
First came the night, the kitchen table where
you couldn't bear to eat and so were forced
to sleep, small head against congealing plate
'til dawn. Then came the day - with mother on
her knees as if in prayer, her index finger down
her throat - and yours - and you just stood there dumbly,
numbly, holding back her hair. Where's Grandma J.?
Where's dad? Where's God and what the hell? Can't
anybody hear the wretched retching coughs,
the gags that herald time before school time?
She's sick, she's purifying both of you.
You'll feel better afterwards - she promises.
You kissed the sour mouth goodbye, and hoped
the forewarned threat of death did not occur
before noon, before lunch, before you made
it home again - before you'd time to save her.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Triolet Challenge (For Patti)
I Am
Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.
God's given me the tools. I'm blessed.
Why can't you see? I am the best.
I'm humble, yet above the rest.
There's no one that comes near to me.
Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.
Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.
God's given me the tools. I'm blessed.
Why can't you see? I am the best.
I'm humble, yet above the rest.
There's no one that comes near to me.
Why can't you see? I am the best -
The poet of the century.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
This Is Just So Wrong
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
I, Alone
Revision #1
(the flip-flop)
I, Alone
Now I lay me down to sleep
it's one o'clock - the hour of dread
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
If I should die before I wake
with all their prayers devoutly said
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Though I, alone, fear God is dead.
I, Alone
It's one o'clock - the hour of dread -
and now I lay me down to sleep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
with all their prayers devoutly said
If I should die before I wake
and I, alone, fear God is dead.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
(the flip-flop)
I, Alone
Now I lay me down to sleep
it's one o'clock - the hour of dread
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
If I should die before I wake
with all their prayers devoutly said
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Though I, alone, fear God is dead.
I, Alone
It's one o'clock - the hour of dread -
and now I lay me down to sleep
when all the kids are tucked in bed
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
with all their prayers devoutly said
If I should die before I wake
and I, alone, fear God is dead.
I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
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