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  "Hot Bath" et al.
« Reply #210 on: October 24, 2010, 11:44:40 AM » by Tom Riordan
Hot Bath

I step into my hot bath
and before I touch the soap
I see a pea-sized bubble
floating downward from
the showerhead, it seems.

So I deduce: Hah, probably stuck
there during Joanna's shower
earlier, somehow persisted,
and I've disturbed it now.

Then I rethink: Look how quickly
I assign the most quotidian
history possible to pretty much
everything I observe! Maybe
no one other possibility is as likely,
but if I add up all those likelihoods—

a microscopic life form that spins
ether into bubbles, for dispersal—
a pod of tiny aliens who've been
patiently waiting for me—
and a couple thousand others—

that sum is going to overwhelm
the favorite, which means that
the favorite is probably wrong,
and I should keep on thinking.

The bubble, meanwhile, has alit
on the water and disappeared,
dispersing an earlier hour's air,
or spores of an exotic bacteria
or an alien group whose next stop
might be the protective ledges of
my toenails, or elsewhere, if I sit.


No?
Taking fish oil
when I was pregnant
didn't make my baby smart?


I have fallen in love
with your photograph
in the newspaper,
Victoria Adesoba.
Your face shines
with everything faces
should shine with.
If my daughter does
follow you to NYU,
may her face learn
to shine like that too.


I wasn't wearing
empty Kleenex boxes
on my feet.
Whoever
said I was was
lying through his teeth.

Whoever said
the food here sucks
was right though.
My doctor shares his
hero from the deli
up the street.


vision

Hard face
Dark garb
Warrior's
Thick boots

A charcoal
Hound pup
Struggled in
Her arms

Wide stance
She stood
With several
Mothers as

If children
Might be
Worthy of
Her interest

A far off
Shopkeeper
Stopped
Trembling
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  "Novitiate" et al.
« Reply #211 on: October 27, 2010, 09:57:25 AM » by Tom Riordan
Novitiate

When the moon struck you,
you were taken by surprise—
its calm and constant beam
and perfect reputation for
composure, for tranquility,
had misled you to imagine
you could raise your voice,
impune—and then you saw
a powdery smile never left
its face, no hue was raised,
and everyone else ignored
the hecatomb right in front
of them, empty footsteps
filling in with the liquid gas
of chalk, aloof, sarcastic, gills
tinged with blood, despotic.

You opened your mouth in
protest, in warning—nothing
came out but moths whose
loyalty was not to you. They
joined the others you now
saw exiting your sisters' lips
in a vast funnel evacuating
upward—the bastard sniffed
people's alarm, received its
perverted jollies from terror
and shored its ill self-image
with the observation that its
victims identified with it, few
sought out the caves where
they could hide and attempt

to re-assemble the kind of
thought they once enjoyed,
bathe without the slightest
fear, insist on the liberation
of the least of their fellows,
break silence with whatever
degree of fury or sweetness
arose in the moment, pray
to a universe which at least
bothered to pretend that it
listened or that it mattered.

It would not be too remiss
to welcome you, to let you
know that our pale sunken
eyes will always have light
in them anyway, even if it
is no longer a light as clear
as tenderness or passion—
that you brought this, let's
say, acclimation on yourself
through no shortcoming or
lapse beyond the perfectly
natural desire to glance up
when the maria said Here.


Train Station Rapper

Everyone pretends
they never listen
but you hear bits
crop up when they
talk in their sleep,
imps awakened by
passages so deeply
disturbing at noon.

The townspeople
won't make room
for you to congeal
so you will remain
both a miasma on
their exhalations
and oxygen scrimped
by fiendish lungs.


Karaoke

It began.
My lines swam down
before my eyes
and so I sang.
My lines swam down
before my eyes
and so I sang.

I thought
I wasn't drunk enough
but there:
My lines swam down
before my eyes
and so I sang,
and so I sang.

The chorus
even made me sob.
My lines swam down
before my eyes
and so I sang,
before my eyes
and so I sang.

Applause.
My lines swam down
before my eyes
and so I sang.
I thought
I wasn't drunk enough.
Applause.


To a reader of this online bilingual poetry magazine

I imagine you
sitting in an Internet cafe
upstairs
on a bustling street
in Hanoi.
It is a chance
to look out the window
at a different landscape
and chuckle
matching your English
to the translation,
two distractions
from the fact
I have nothing to say
except hi.


Sleighbells in the Night

Your Christmas present
left Oak Creek, Wisconsin
at 10:15 last night
and arrived at Hodgins,
Indiana at 12:17 A.M.;
then departed Hodgins
at 4:58 this morning,
and arrived at Maumee,
Ohio at 10:16 A.M.;
then departed Maumee
at 11:01 A.M. to arrive at
New Stanton, Pennsylvania
at 4:02 P.M., then departed
at 7:17 P.M., to arrive at
Philadelphia at 11:50 P.M.
and Out For Delivery.

If Santa too was tracked
by UPS we could ensure
his glass of milk was cold
and dish of cookies fresh.


Sex Apology Sonnet

I wish I could
just snap my fingers
and change my
sexuality for you

but I have spent
almost my entire
adult life on auto

and having your
needs in the mix
will take some
getting used to.

That's not to say
I won't try.
But I am  trying.
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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #212 on: October 27, 2010, 12:22:14 PM » by Dax







I love this stuff, Tom.

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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #213 on: October 27, 2010, 12:32:06 PM » by Tom Riordan
I"m very glad you looked in, Dax. Thanks. Tom
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  "Someone Else's Life" et al.
« Reply #214 on: October 28, 2010, 12:44:14 PM » by Tom Riordan

Someone Else's Life

Someone else's life is sharing my heart.

I sense it on days when I'm soaked in grief
but no one I know has died,
or a misdelivered letter
sends pulse racing in my arteries,
or nights like this when I wake and think
Who's that making me smile in my dream?

A young internist once tried to assure me
it's all imagination, not doppelgänger
(or small mob of doppelgangsters),
but how would he know...unless...?

No, it's not Multiple Personality Disorder,
I don't mean that,
but the one I have has guests, let's say,
and gives them my bed for a nap,
or overnight,
so sometimes in the hall to the bathroom
I get a small fright.
,
I don't know if he or they can read,
or will read this,
but Please, it's late, just let me piss.


Desolated                                after Tiko Lewis "a bend in the sky"

Your eye
that took in this world
abandoned its sack
to set up for
business elsewhere.

Those who liked
living beneath its
hospitable gaze
are leaving
in droves

almost a stampede,
to judge from
the great herd
of cumulus clouds
thundering east

and the squawking
southward
vees of geese
anxious they might
get left behind.

The moon
slipped off unseen
during the night,
without
leaving an address.

The key thing
is to get away
from here, and quick.
You'll see to
the rest.


Desolated II

There are other worlds,
as all the stars attest.
One of them may be yours now,
who knows,
you may have been reincarnated
as a gentle planet
orbiting one of those pinpricks,
an eden,
a place I could visit
and feel good in again.

One of these squirrels
looking at me oddly
could be you, now.
He's like, Where did you get
that bizarre giant's body
and humungous head?

He's like, Come on!
I've got more acorns
in that beech knot
than I can polish off, alone!


You know? Shit.
No matter how I parse it,
we're not in the same world anymore
and that sucks for me
and I hope it sucks for you,
but only halfheartedly.
I suppose I hope
some mechanism
insulates you from such pain:
amnesia, or wisdom.

I have neither,
I have a couple of beers
and more channels of cable TV
than it is healthy to admit.
I have these lunatic squirrels
and at night
bewilderment.


Mary Clare

“It is all basically cruel and usual punishment
being paralyzed, but now the sons of bitches
have given me the electric chair,” she said
with the dry, cerebral humor that reflected
her situation. She never called it a handicap;
that she reserved for the visor-cum-headset
which controlled her telephone and internet.
“It is pretty cool though: 4.35 miles per hour,
20-mile range, and 6 wheels on the ground.”

That part of her day was alright, holding court
on the sidewalk outside her aunt's pizza place.
It was night time, after being laid on the bed
like a helpless sack of potatoes, that it hit her.
“You literally feel trapped. You go to readjust
you legs and nothing happens. Your arms are
just these useless flaps. I am tempted to pray.
I can actually feel Jesus waiting there patiently
trying not to rub it in although we both know
that He's got me exactly where He wants me.”


Indulgent Haiku

“No offense, Jimi,” says Ian,
“but you have very old parents!”

“I know, but I don't blame them,”
says Jimi philosophically.

It's autumn. Something about
kicking leaves stirs thoughtfulness
from its long summer's wallow.

More than thoughtfulness—
something else rises in the throat.
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  "As Halloween Nears, a Creeping Climate of Fear Grips Norwalk, Connecticut" etc
« Reply #215 on: October 30, 2010, 01:01:02 PM » by Tom Riordan
As Halloween Nears, a Creeping Climate of Fear Grips Norwalk, Connecticut...

1.

He was apologetic.
No, he did not think
a purloined pumpkin
was an emergency
or a body blow to
suburban civilization,
but it wasn't even
Mischief Night yet,
and slippery slopes
were grassy knolls
before they became
plunging necklines,
plus every uptick in
local crime statistics
facilitated increased
police presence, so
if the desk sergeant
didn't mind terribly,
yes, he would like to
report the burgling
of the jack-o-lantern
from his front stoop
sometime between
nightfall Wednesday
and dawn Thursday.

2.

News reports nationwide
call it a startling coincidence.
Camera crews descend
on the deserted streets
and record the stillness.
Mathematicians pontificate
about the likeliness of this
and that but only one fact
remains: for seven hours
every resident of Norwalk
happens to be out of town.

3.

W   i   n   d      r   a   k   e   s
s u c c u m b i n g  b e e c h  t r e e s

a plump frantic dormouse
r u m m a g e s  u n d e r  l e a v e s
for dropped house keys


In the Hallways of Learning

“Diosito!  How could you get
100 on your Literature test
when neither of your parents
speaks one word of English?
Mine act like Spanish is a sin,
you only hear it from them
at night when the door's shut
and they think I don't listen!
Híjole!  Maybe I should be at
my desk studying, tu crees?


laying it all on the line

i praise you you praise him he praises me i praise him he praises you you praise me i praise you you praise him he praises me i praise him he praises you you praise me i praise you you praise him he praises me i praise him he praises you you praise me i praise you you praise him he praises me i praise him he praises you you praise me


Opening the Junk Mail folder
where demons twist and roil
I consider if I'd do better to
amplify my sexual powers or
buy her the Cartier necklace.

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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #216 on: October 30, 2010, 02:05:46 PM » by StellaR



enjoyed this

Stella
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“Logical argument is what destroys poetry because poetry is beyond logic.” Robert Graves

  Re: various drafts
« Reply #217 on: October 30, 2010, 03:20:27 PM » by Tom Riordan
Stella, I'm glad you dropped in. Tom
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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #218 on: November 02, 2010, 09:31:59 AM » by Tom Riordan
Found Documents: The Great Duel of Quills, 1517-1521

In Disputatio pro Declaratione Virtutis Indulgentiarum,
nailed to the doors of Wittenberg Cathedral, Luther wrote,
“Out of love for the truth and the desire to bring it to light:
Preachers of indulgences are in error
who say that by purchasing the Pope’s pardon
a man is freed from every penalty, and saved.
Every truly repentant Christian has a right
to full remission of penalty and guilt,
even without letters of pardon;
every Christian, whether living or dead,
has part in all the blessings of Christ and the Church;
and this is granted him by God even without letters of pardon!
He who gives to the poor or lends to the needy
does a better work than buying pardons!
To think that papal pardons could absolve a man
even if he had committed the impossible sin
of violating the Mother of God—is madness!”

Pope Leo X responded in Exsurge Domine:
“Arise, O Lord, and judge your own cause.
Remember your reproaches to those
who are filled with foolishness!
Listen to our prayers, for foxes have arisen
seeking to destroy the vineyard
whose winepress you alone have trod.
When you were about to ascend to your Father,
you committed the care, rule, and administration
of the vineyard, to Peter your vicar and his successors;
but the wild boar from the forest seeks to destroy it
and every wild beast to feed upon it. Rise, Peter!
Fulfill the pastoral office divinely entrusted to you:
give heed to the cause of the holy Roman Church,
whom you consecrated by your blood,
against which, as you warned,
lying teachers are arising,
introducing ruinous sects
and drawing upon themselves speedy doom.
Their tongues are fire, a restless evil, full of deadly poison!
They have bitter zeal, contention in their hearts,
and boast and lie against the truth.
We beseech you also, Paul: arise!
For there rises against you a new Porphyry who,
as the old once wrongfully assailed the holy apostles,
today assails the holy pontiffs,
rebuking them, tearing at them;
and then when he despairs of his cause,
stooping to insults—a heretic, as Jerome wrote,
whose last defense is to start spewing out serpent's venom.
For though you have said there must be heresies
to test the faithful, still they must be destroyed
at their very birth
so they do not wax strong like wolves.
Let all of the saints arise!
The misguided, putting aside the true interpretation
of Sacred Scripture, blinded in mind
by the father of lies, wise in their own eyes,
according to the ancient practice of heretics—
they interpret Scripture otherwise than the Holy Spirit demands,
inspired only by their own sense of ambition,
for the sake of popular acclaim, twisting
and adulterating the Scriptures until,
as Jerome wrote, it is no longer the Gospel of Christ,
but a man's, or what is worse, the Devil's.

Let all this holy Church of God, I say, arise!
Arise with almighty God to purge the errors of His sheep,
to banish all heresies from the lands of the faithful,
and be pleased to maintain the peace of His holy Church!
We can scarcely express, from distress and grief of mind,
what has reached our ears for some time
by the report of reliable men and general rumor;
alas, we have even seen with our eyes
and read the many diverse errors!
Some of these are already condemned
by the councils of our predecessors,
some expressly contain even the heresy of the Greeks and Bohemians;
heretical, false, scandalous, offensive to pious ears,
seductive of simple minds,
originating with false exponents of the faith
who in their proud curiosity
yearn for the world's glory,
and wish to be wiser than they should be,
their talkativeness unsupported
by the authority of Scripture,
reviving and recently propagating errors
among the frivolous
in the illustrious German nation,
for which we grieve the more 
because we have always held that nation
in the bosom of our affection;
for after the empire  was transferred by the Roman Church
from the Greeks to these same Germans,
our predecessors and we always chose the Church's defenders
from among them. Indeed it is certain that Germans
have always been the bitterest opponents of heresies,
as witnessed by the expulsion and extermination
of all heretics from Germany,
issued under the greatest penalties,
even loss of lands and dominions,
against anyone sheltering or not expelling them.
Witness the condemnation and punishment
in the Council of Konstanz of the infidelity
of the Hussites, the Wyclifites, and Jerome of Prague.
Witness to this is the blood of Germans
shed so often in wars against the Bohemians.
Witness is the refutation, rejection, and condemnation
of the above errors, or many of them,
by the universities of Cologne and Louvain,
most devoted and religious cultivators of the Lord's field.
By virtue of the pastoral office committed to us
by divine favor,
we can under no circumstances
tolerate or overlook
the pernicious poison of Luther's errors:
that indulgences are pious frauds of the faithful,
that indulgences are of no avail to those who truly gain them,
that the Roman Pontiff is not the vicar of Christ
over all the churches of the entire world
instituted by Christ Himself in blessed Peter,
that it is not in the power of the Church or the pope
to decide upon the articles of faith,
that heretics being burned is against the will of the Spirit.
No one of sound mind is ignorant of how destructive,
pernicious, scandalous, and seductive
to pious and simple minds
these errors are,
how opposed to all charity and reverence,
how destructive of the vigor of ecclesiastical discipline,
namely obedience, which is the font of all virtues.
Therefore we wish to proceed with great care
to cut off the advance of this plague and cancerous disease
so it will not spread any further in the Lord's field
as harmful thornbushes.
These errors or theses are not Catholic,
are not to be taught; but are against the doctrine
of the Catholic Church and of the sacred Scriptures
received from the Church.
Augustine maintained that her authority
had to be accepted so completely
that he would not have believed
the Gospel unless the authority of the Catholic Church
vouched for it.
Failure to comply with the Church's canons,
according to the testimony of Cyprian,
is the fuel and cause of all heresy and schism.
Because the preceding errors and others,
we likewise condemn, reprobate, and reject completely
all the writings and sermons of the said Martin,
whether in Latin or any other language;
and we wish them
to be regarded as utterly
condemned, reprobated, and rejected.
We forbid each and every one of the faithful of either sex,
in virtue of holy obedience and under penalties
to be incurred automatically,
to read, assert, preach, praise, print, publish, or defend them.
They will incur these penalties
if they presume to uphold them
personally or through another or others,
directly or indirectly,
tacitly or explicitly,
publicly or occultly,
either in their own homes
or in other public or private places.
As far as Martin himself is concerned,
O good God,
what have we overlooked or not done?
What fatherly charity have we omitted
to call him back from such errors?
For wishing to deal more kindly with him,
we urged him through various conferences with our legate
and through our personal letters to abandon these errors.
We have even offered him safe conduct
and the money necessary for the journey,
urging him to come without fear or any misgivings,
which perfect charity should cast out,
and to talk not secretly but openly and face to face,
after the example of our Savior and the Apostle Paul.
If he had done this, we are certain
he would have changed in heart
and recognized his errors.
We would have shown him clearer than the light of day
that the Roman pontiffs, our predecessors,
whom he injuriously attacks beyond all decency,
never err in their canons or constitutions,
for according to the prophet,
neither is healing oil nor the doctor lacking in Galaad.
But he always refused to listen,
despising the previous citation
and each and every one of the above overtures—
he has disdained to come!
To the present day he has been contumacious!
With a hardened spirit he broke forth in a rash appeal
to a future council,
contrary to the constitution of Pius II and Julius II,
our predecessors,
that all those appealing in this way are to be punished
with the penalties of heretics.
Therefore we can, without any further delay,
proceed against him
with condemnation and damnation.
Still, if Martin himself or those adhering to him,
or those who shelter and support him,
through the merciful heart of our God
and the sprinkling of the blood of our Lord Jesus Christ—
if they yet will really obey,
and will certify to us by legal documents
that they have obeyed,
they shall find in us the affection of a father's love,
the opening of the font of paternal charity,
of the font of mercy and clemency.
Even though the love of righteousness and virtue
did not take him away from sin,
nor the hope of forgiveness lead him to penance,
perhaps the terror of the pain of punishment may yet move him.”

Johannn the Steadfast of Wettin, Elector of Saxony,
his chancellor Gregor Brück, chaplain Johann Agricola,
and theologians Philipp Melanchthon and Simon Grynaeus;
Philip I the Magnanimous, Landgrave of Hesse,
and his chaplain Erhard Schnepf;
Georg the Pious of Hohenzollern, Margrave of Brandenburg-Ansbach;
Dukes Ernst and Franz of Braunschweig-Lüneburg
and their chancellor Johann Förster;
Wolfgang of Ascania, Prince of Anhalt-Köthen;
Bürgermeisters Christoph Tetzel, Christoph Kreß,
and Bernhard Buamgärtner, representing Nürnberg;
Councillor Jakob Sturm and Guildmeister Matthias, representing Straßburg;
Bürgermeister Bernhard Besserer, representing Ulm;
Bürgermeister Sebastian Hagelstein, representing Windesheim;
Bürgermeister Josef Weiß, representing Reutlingen;
and representatives from Augsburg, Konstanz, Lindau, Memmingen,
Kempten, Nördlingen, Heilbronn, Isny, St. Gallen, and Weißenburg;
these men lent the Reformation its name
when they signed and sent to the Holy Roman Emperor
the Instrumentum Appellationis, or Letter of Protest,
objecting to the Reichstag's squelching of Lutheranism:
“In matters which concern God's honour and the salvation
and eternal life of our souls,  everyone must stand
and give account before God for himself; and no one can
excuse himself by the action or decision of another.”

Pope Leo responded with Decet Romanum Pontificem:
“It befits the Roman Pontiff,
lest the vessel of Peter appear to sail without pilot or oarsman,
and to protect the herd from one infectious animal,
lest its infection spread to the healthy ones,
to take severe measures against such men and their followers,
multiplying punitive measures, and by other suitable remedies,
against these same overbearing men,
devoted as they are to purposes of evil,
and their adherents.
Hence we lay the following injunction
on each and every patriarch, archbishop, bishop,
on the prelates of patriarchal, metropolitan,
cathedral and collegiate churches,
and on the religious of every Order—
even the mendicants—privileged or unprivileged,
wherever they may be stationed,
that in the strength of their vow of obedience
and on pain of the sentence of excommunication,
they shall publicly announce
and cause to be announced by others in their churches,
that this same Martin and the rest are
excommunicate, accursed, condemned, heretics,
hardened, interdicted, and deprived of possessions.
This shall take place on a Sunday
or some other festival,
when a large congregation assembles for worship;
the banner of the cross shall be raised,
the bells rung, the candles lit
and after a time extinguished,
cast on the ground and trampled under foot,
and the stones shall be cast forth three times,
and the other ceremonies observed
which are usual in such cases,
greatly confounding said Martin and other heretics we mention,
and their adherents, followers and partisans,
obliging each and every patriarch, archbishop and all other prelates,
even as they were appointed on the authority of Jerome
to allay schisms,
to now make themselves a wall of defence
for their Christian people.
They shall not keep silence like dumb dogs that cannot bark,
but incessantly cry and lift up their voice,
preaching and causing to be preached the word of God
and the truth of the Catholic faith
against the damnable articles and heretics aforesaid!
They are to be like clouds,
they shall sprinkle spiritual showers on the people of God,
as their office obliges them.
It is written that perfect love casteth out fear.
Let each and every one of you
show yourselves so punctilious, so zealous and so eager,
that from your labours, by the favour of divine grace,
the hoped-for harvest will come in!
No one whatsoever may infringe this,
our written decision, declaration, precept,
injunction, assignation, will, decree;
or rashly contravene it.
Should anyone dare to attempt such a thing,
let him know the wrath
of Almighty God and of the blessed Apostles Peter and Paul.
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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #219 on: November 05, 2010, 03:26:22 PM » by Tom Riordan
marching band drums

marching band drums
from the high school

leaves gaily flying
from beech and oak

don't pause for a cat
who gets hit by a car


You're

You're
a  wolf.

I  prize  that.

When  I'm
ready
to  bleat

I'll tell you.


Gaming Junkie Waiting for Dad at the Eye Surgery Center

Highlights for Children
Black Enterprise
Wine Spectator
or a
fucking lame soap opera
on mega plasma TV  
the desk ho won't turn down

maybe I'll jack the Lasik doc
to nuke my baby blues
& fire a quick dot-dit
into my ear-drums too

fit me with Geordi implants
mit deluxe A-V web suite

& Pops can kiss my
Grand Theft Auto ass


Let there be less light

L    e    t       t   h   e   r   e        b   e       l   e   s   s       l   i   g   h   t.
I       h   a   v   e       f   o   c   u   s   s   e   d       o   n       t   h   i   s
g   r   e   a   t       b   l   a   n   k       r   e   c   t   a   n   g   u   l   a   r
h   u   n   g   e   r       f   o   r       f   a   r       t   o   o        l   o   n   g
t   o       e   v   e   n       c   o   n   s   i   d   e   r       a       m   e   a   l.


Today's

Today's is a short found poem
about a ripening marriage.
(It should be read twice.)

Note that many of the vowel sounds
are 'e'  'a'  'ou'  'o'  'u' and  'i'.
Recite it aloud with relish.
The words are seductive, fruity, and heartfelt.
The consonant 't' is prominent throughout—
a great consonant to relish vowels with.

Decide for yourself
if there is a touch of bitterness
or only regret at love lost.


[Prompted by www.loc.gov/poetry/180/040.html &
www.borealismusic.co.uk/aefondkissanalysis.html]
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  Re: various drafts
« Reply #220 on: November 11, 2010, 10:33:27 AM » by silent lotus

marching band drums

marching band drums
from the high school

leaves gaily flying
from beech and oak

don't pause for a cat
who gets hit by a car


You're

You're
a  wolf.

I  prize  that.

When  I'm
ready
to  bleat

I'll tell you.


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Cheer for rapist or else, appellate court rules

http://forensicpsychologist.blogspot.com/2010/11/cheer-for-rapist-or-else-appellate.html

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« Reply #221 on: November 11, 2010, 10:49:33 AM » by Tom Riordan
If the prosecutor can recuse himself from prosecuting the case because of a conflict of interest, I would think a cheerleader would be able to recuse herself from a cheer for an athlete she says raped her. Of course, as the Court so crudely put it, the cheerleader is only a "mouthpiece".
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« Reply #222 on: November 11, 2010, 10:54:22 AM » by silent lotus
If the prosecutor can recuse himself from prosecuting the case because of a conflict of interest, I would think a cheerleader would be able to recuse herself from a cheer for an athlete she says raped her. Of course, as the Court so crudely put it, the cheerleader is only a "mouthpiece".



BASKETBALL COACH BEATS STUDENTS




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« Reply #223 on: November 11, 2010, 11:03:18 AM » by silent lotus



No?
Taking fish oil
when I was pregnant
didn't make my baby smart?


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« Reply #224 on: November 11, 2010, 10:13:03 PM » by Tom Riordan
Mr. Fan's Three Placebos

The first, Diagnosis.
You're not a useless old thing,
you have Krakenfeld's.

The second, Medication.
Krakenfeld's can barely stand up
to these tiny white pills.

The third, an Analeptic Diet
alternating cress with spinach,
and a daily cream puff.


This morning's riot
features a vast crowd
of motley journalists,
an anonymous dancer
in black from hood
to boot, balanced on
one toe while the other
jabs into a web of
shattered plate glass,
and a white-loafered
young spokesperson
in a dungaree jacket
and a black knit cap.

One of the journalists,
unhatted, friz-haired,
smiles fondly, beatific,
as if about to snap
a photo for Das Chaos.
The tinderbox is a steep
hike in college tuition.
Somebody's krieg light
manages to shadow
everyone bloodmist pink.
 A dark-bearded face
in profile is encapsulated
in the glass, in thought.

The full story's on Page 6.


Meet 103P/Hartley

about a mile long
and tough enough
to survive another
ninety apparitions.

While it is tempting
to point out an eye,
a mouth and shining
hind, four haunches
and missing limbs,
the poodled waist
and a resemblance
to half-processed
steers or manatees,
comets are private,
unengaging bodies
that mind their own
affairs dependably,
but want it known
that dire boundary
issues might arise
if perigee somehow
gets compromised
or isolation blown.


I've had enough

I don't mind boxing up
your reams of other silly stuff
but not this stack of books

Clutter's Last Stand
Meditations for Messies
Five Days to an Organized Life
Taming the Paper Tiger
Hoarding Disorder for Dummies
Dump the Junk
Digging Out
Lighten Up


They stay

If the woman moving in
finds it amusing
they'll have accomplished that
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