littledebbieoatmealcookie

To the science he explodes! … version 3 – this time with a foolish picture in the middle

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 15:02:23 +0000

the extremities
of

cold fusion
are
never

far removed

from the man crazy traveling
the path, vanderbilt gallop
fields in hills

to the science he explodes
the intricities
of varied characteristics
of variables in contexts
and drinks mellow while waiting for a return

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answar sadat

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 10:30:49 +0000

the murder of answar sadat
was glorious.
they pelted him with urinated
artillified
mechanisms

over in the grandstand the lady
in waiting hoo-rah’d the guys
that covered their faces until the
firing was over with

this is the lesson of the ancient silk road

the ushers paced the goers slowly out
the arena, waving swords at the
women afterwards. Unlike coliseums
the arena doesn’t exist

toast boat 18 … 2nd edit – re-arranged the line breaks

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:55:02 +0000

forcing hands to walk forward
freshing stands for the crowd tomorrow
telling oars to paddle more
hot tulips engage the guests

june dates evade the crests of
crashing cycles that speed to death

dashing sand upon them hell
stiffening peers gaze beyond
freezed in a river gone gone remote
vested in a faith, the art the leather
pacing doubts of doubters lows
holding pen posing shows

old story

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Tue, 29 Nov 2011 23:33:35 +0000

wrench taut bolt last one
tight on the iron beam coliseum
communities grow up around such a place

but it was in the 40′s that a really
nice thing happened … it was the
old crowd with their great man
purses and classic cubans, powder
rooms for the ladies, grapes for
champions

the old crowd, they were special,.. They made
it happen night after night
The Coliseum wow
man what a sight

porcipine

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 21:55:46 +0000

the nuclear weapon

that

landed

in the town
just now

monstruous abusive thunder

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 21:30:07 +0000

the rat a tat tat scored like
a monstruous abusive thunder unexpectedly
from our hallway dark and closed off
for the time as
steelers vs bengals,
my wife naps
and there is an infant making
sleepy gurgling noises in a new bedroom crib

to the hallway door I go
to conceive the
gunfire: bandits exploring our territory
wearing masks of man stockings with
eyes nose and mouth cut out

I fought the bandits using the keys
from my pocket

my body

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Wed, 16 Nov 2011 21:23:00 +0000

I wish I had died in a battle
and my body dumped anonymously in a pit
rolling over others who were thrown before me

it would be a soothing and fitting end
there would be no more life to pay

stupid struggler

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 12:56:54 +0000

sharia law tells us about Brutus’
third wife and God’s harum, but it is
tuff to find it. But look at the
passage about the canary that
relentlessly tries to sing but is actually
out of air:

    Canary, shut your singing
    shut your fuckin singing
    you stupid canary
    you don’t even have no air
    shut your singing
    your air is gone you stupid fucking canary
    shut your singing
    you don’t have no air
    you stupid canary

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chickens to the left, cows and pigs to the right

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 12:47:14 +0000

during the years the communist
regimes got run over, golden autumn
leaves fell glistening like moonbeams upon
ponds reflecting and filled by swine
and cow excrements
- the communists didn’t let
their chickens use the same ponds

the ponds were monitored, practices were in place
- chicken
excrements were used differently

long gone the golden years…
the blues to be crafted, sung by
folk people commentating the
confusing revision of their traditional songs

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the unequivocal baby

littledebbieoatmealcookie — Sat, 12 Nov 2011 12:33:52 +0000

the newborn baby stood to the
doorway, surprising me while I
washed up the kitchen and not expecting
a newborn baby to stand on its own

but I tried to explain to the little thing
that the best way to solve the disputes
between rival green hue’d teams
was through rigorous violence

the child stood continuously at the
doorway, grabbling at my garb and
holding me to the kitchen space,
blocking me and refusing me