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    Poetry to Protect the Guilty!

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

cartoons for creatures who can't draw

    I. The camel in the needle's eye

         sometimes through the door, a moose

    Please announce yourself to the receptionist.
    She'll notice your antlers immediately
    and escort you to Pete's pristine cubicle.
    If by chance she misses them,
    you can bray at these gothic columns
    until echoes fill the room,
    which happens with incredible dispatch,
    and brings prissy Huguenots who'll wave
    every manner of banner and scream
    about what's best and proper etiquette.
    You can act surprised and point
    to your jewel encrusted crown.
    Then the big guy'll decide if some mistake's been made.
    And if that is the case, he'll cancel the parade.

    II. The sad end of the albino lounge moth

    The albino lounge moth kept running
    into bright orange and mostly blue
    signposts (painted by pigmy giants who'd
    left leatherette barstools
    spinning in a dervish hurry;
    left quart cans of latex open to the air).

    And every time he lit on one wet
    pigment mottled his wings 'til he
    looked like a jazz-crazed bumble-bee
    and the danger at each warning seemed
    less real and less weighty,
    each splash of color dismissed another care.

    When strangely, to his surprise, the paint can
    lid he staggered onto - wouldn't let him go.

    III. "Oh Joy! A Playmate!"

          wishing I was Mel

    So then the mouse
    up & says, "Look,
    whiskers, there's nothing
    in your vocabulary
    that even comes close to
    anything in mine.
    'Specially 'bout sustenance
    & soul & silly things
    like where & when & how to sleep.
    So don't come here wanting
    to play some lethal game
    of hide & seek. Okay?
    Oh, by the way, have you met
    the yard's great black dane?
    Hey Spike!"

    IV. little chicken and the insanity defense

    everyone's said for years
    it's not that she's so weird
    it's that everytime she passes
    friendly ground she sends out sparks
    & they've watched her natter on of how
    no one knows a goddamn thing
    & on and on of how it's always her
    that's wrongly banished to the dark

    besides, all she really said was
    the world was failing all her tests
    something fell from somewhere
    it was blue and caused a briuse
    surely psyches small and fragile
    can be coaxed to understanding
    strange things happen to most everyone
    and we all know what it is to lose

    one's head at an inauspicious minute
    see the universe come crashing .. BANG
    all of us can be forgiving can't we
    even generous to one so meek and pure
    now she knows the consequence of panic
    can be counted on to just keep calm
    and of course now she takes her medication
    perhaps one day we'll find a cure

      -beau blue


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