November 20, 2005

What Is It About Comedown That Makes Us Enter… Idea Time?

Filed under: Idea Time! — Twin A @ 10:57 pm

this is a poem that kissyfur and i wrote collaborative-style.
if you do not like the crazy talk, clip on the dotted line, and save for future use.

Once More, With Ubiquity

Big Joe is puffy.
The birds’ feet flew.

The hedgehog snorted through straws.
The mollusk, buried under stones.

How has it come to this?
The plaster cracks off the bell.

Don’t ask, small children,
Or you will be eaten by dolphins.

My nose is stuffy.
Thus intrudes the poetic “I.”

My wife has names for everything.
Sometimes I call her Santa Claus.

I have names for everything,
Except my husband.

I call his goat Miss Fairy
Out of facility with eggs.

He would have beat his swords into plowshares,
But no one makes scabbards for plowshares,

Especially not on weekdays.
It kept me considering why the trees were so loud.

Isn’t green a considerate color?
I called his alligator “Zwieback.”

That made it cute.


  1. y’all smoke crack.

    Comment by sneeker — November 21, 2005 @ 2:14 am

  2. Thank you for prefacing.

    Was Kissyfur on comedown too?

    Comment by Twin C — November 21, 2005 @ 11:02 am

  3. all this poem says to me is that you should get to breeding!

    Comment by Twin B — November 21, 2005 @ 5:56 pm

  4. *gulp* and good wishes

    xxxooo Lauren

    Comment by Goldfish — November 23, 2005 @ 12:44 am

  5. okay. here’s the deal. I’m going back to charlottesville for thanksgiving where my friend is having some big dumb class reunion I have to go to. the thing is, the first girl i ever had a crush on (in the fifth grade and whom i haven’t seen in about twenty years) is now going to be there. it’s all good, but she’s become a high falutin’ poetry professor and i’d like to be able to keep up my end of the conversation. can you suggest impressive things i might say about John Ashbury so that i might be cool? i thought of just memorizing your poem and saying that, but if you could think of the mot just that would be delivered while wielding a swedish meatball, that would be super. by friday, please.

    Comment by ooghe — November 23, 2005 @ 10:15 am

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