Monday, Dec. 24, 2001
Oh, to be a phantom sunflake
resting on the bile.
A single, golden, shining sunflake,
gurgling in the Nile.
An elf’s aorta, a unicorn’s anus—
none could be as sweet.
As to be a lonely sunflake
munching on a leek.
Rainbows tease me,
ogres please me,
dragons wax my car.
But to be a perfect sunflake
would take the cake by far.
When the grass is green
like acid-washed jeans
and the faeries are screwing the birds,
there shines on the lovely sunflake…
too heavenly for words.
I once caught a sparkling sunflake
in the palm of my hand.
It burned straight through like I was butter…
And now I can’t play tennis.
Milestones
the commune's scratch 'n sniff look at last year's office potluck
Opportunities
Pants a Capitalist
Free Virus Baggies
Take a Kitten, Please
the commune book selections
the commune's Bear in Rearview
the commune's Big Book of Duke
Faces of the commune
the commune 100: Leaders and Revolutionaries
the commune 100: Traitors and Noodledicks
FAQ Shwartz |
Site Map's Somewhere in the Glovebox |
Search In Vain |
Contract Ick
Privacy Police |
Terms of Gary Busey |
Reprints & Persimmons |
Press Eject Now
The Visitors
Snooty bugle-playing burglars, why do you bother me? Go to hell, you naked buglers, cease your melody.
Distraction
Fifteen phantom penpoints, All under my control.
Shuns
Who has been flushing your worldly possessions? Replacing your wardrobe with out-of-date fashions?
The Waistland
April be the month that’s meaner, Than a shot of carburetor cleaner, Or an icy, uncooked wiener, Said the raven: “Ned’s a Whore”.
The Crab
"I'm only ingesting asbestos in jest," said the tapdancing monkey with blood on his vest; I told him that I didn't think it was funny.
