be sunrise and mocha and tourmaline for me
this eve. i try to catch butterflies and moonshadows
and flit by empty, as always; as always, i taste of
woodworked veneer, crisp polish, of cuneiform
stencilled into wet clay. my daily routine
consists of a rubik's cube of salty hellos
and latent goodbyes. give me sun just this once.
give me a bouncing ball aimed between these posts.
i'll dodge to one side, if only to let you
see the light. if only to let you taste this night.
i wish for spinning discs of mirrors,
of hallways fixed upon a vignette of a girl
in a park: a scraped dress, worn taffeta,
a seaward sparkle of oysters and paua in her eyes.
give this to me: give this upon my raise and call
and slinky bluff. i only have three of a kind;
is that enough? is that the sound of
moreporks, tuis and fantails
brushing this night?
spin, spin, give this to me.
| PLEASE PROVIDE ANSWERS ON SEPARATE SHEET PROVIDED.|
1. What is the next number in this sequence?
d) all of the above
2. If a train travels at a speed of 210mph from north traveling soutn, set to collide head on with another train and you're sitting in the middle car, compute for volume of urine in your voided bladders.
3. Determine what is wrong with this equation.
e = mc hammer
4. if the price of cheese has increased by 12 cents per ounce it is over the federally designated allowable weight, with a consumption of 600lbs a year, how much kilojoules of energy would you require to maintain an erection?
|| Posted on 2008-10-13 00:00:00 | by Pietro | [ Reply to This ] || Yay! you don't hate me. you farglewhamp. The cafe is closed for business and anything stimulating. Dairy's no good right now, though usually I love it. Now it's oatmeal. It's gone cold. Shoo.|
It good, it's gone, it's ever-there. I can't say anything of any use. Your half-slung set-up, sure and slightly cavalier about it (if slightly downtrodden-sounding) gives way to dare-not-to hope and longing please let this be right, please let this be right. Let me have played the game right and let it be mine.
what else can I say? You capture all facets of the night and shine them back.
|| Posted on 2008-07-26 00:00:00 | by lukewarm | [ Reply to This ] || I see this as only wishing for the curvature of art to be allowed.|
so why does this feel like you're angry?
someone ruffled your feathers and they danced about and wrote a poem, that is how it happens.
I can notice when the hackles are ripe but don't care to hang about as you harvest them!!!
this is a fave you coot, I lovest you...
|| Posted on 2008-07-20 00:00:00 | by nansofast | [ Reply to This ] || aww.. i love this one. it's pretty and brilliant and kind of sad. thanks,|
|| Posted on 2008-07-19 00:00:00 | by blackbird | [ Reply to This ] |