your chainsaw from the hip style is sublime
line for line, this wordsmith now responds in kind....
pizza can be like love
its warm and tasty in the begining
then cold and sticky in the end
you try to reheat it
but it never tastes quite as good
just like love
there is never enough to go around for everybody
it takes no brains to want and devour a slice pizza without
returning in kind
but the ones who swim in it are those who learn to make pizzas
they do not search for it, but make it themselves and bathe in it
they eat for themselves first, and then share the rest later
those who do not return the favor are noted and not invited
back
be the pizza maker and not the pizza searcher
and you will never want of pizza
it really is that simple
~
i am older, said he, time has been cruel to me
but blue marmalade, you see, i know nothing of thee
freak accidents I meet with them daily tis true
but never have i seen one, one in your shade of blue
perhaps i can blink and open my eyes
and you will turn my head and point to the skies
a 747 it plummets and dives to the earth
oh that crazy pilot, what joy is his mirth
the stewardess she tumbles spilling her cookies
pulling up does he right quickly over the fig trees
the passengers are happy and cry a big cheer
now only the airline food they have left to fear!
~
*fades in and out chesire style*
look renny we can teleport between scenes!
"look at me!"
*arms fade in and out as he passes them through your heart*
"thats not funny, you say" and glance at him sharp...
~
*interruption*
*shh* says he
i'm writing the very thing right now...
and your professor, i can only think, was only a cow
i use Netscape Composer, so my poetry is in fine form
i cut and I paste, and forward the storm
so watch and see, and soon my answer will be
before your eyes, a twisted work, some bizarre symphony...
imagines and ideas we shall butcher in fine fashion
poets we are, that is our sick passion
~
mark sits with the mouse in the teacup
politics we discuss, but the tea makes me hiccup
renni is outside and she peers down within
"what are you guys doing?" she askes in a whim
"talking about the aerodynamics of watermelon" say I with a grin
the mouse fidgets in his vest, and pulls out a diagram pen
"see here" says he, in his mousey french voice
"watermelons can fly, if only, you give them a choice!"
~
"yes, you've been here before" says mark, as he glows like an
angel
we're in your own mind, can't you tell from the dangle
of pariciples and pronouns and nouns verbs so plenty
they fall about fall about in one big spagetti
see there freely you mix chainsaws with thoughts of love and surrender
i think we should tidy up "waves his fairy wand" such wonder!
complex people we are, our minds do go far
if only we daredig deep into ourselves, into our jar
jellybeans belong not in a futon do they
but in my mouth, to speed tooth decay
my dentist grimaces does he at such news
i look innocent and shuffle my shoes
renni pokes me and says mark its all just a dream
"exit out my left ear and your teeth will return clean!"