Saturday, August 30, 2008

THE HOUSE TO MYSELF


Twenty-three percent of all
horse-related accidents
occur in real time
to give you a realistic feel
of how it all goes down;
if you're lucky, sophistry
will oil you up, casting doubts
on your ability to lead.
Similarly, if I had a head
for every mouthpiece
who ever knocked on
my door, I'd never stop 
blowing. Intimacy is out now
digitally, and will be 
released later physically.

7 comments:

  1. I like that title a lot and wish I'd thought of it. :)

    XO

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  2. Aww...you can still use it. I like "The Sausage Partisans" better.

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  3. You could gather all your blog poems and call them THE HOUSE TO MYSELF.

    And subtitle it: "The Man Who Loved Diane Keaton Something Fierce."

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  4. Or, "The Man Who Loved Diane Keaton the Same Amount as 98% of Humanity Does"

    ;)

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  5. Brother, please. I know I am not holding up the other two percent. Especially after her latest cosmetics commercials. Which involve her making out with a golden retriever, by the way.

    :p

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  6. I am disappointed in your outmoded attitudes regarding interspecies romance.

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  7. Well, I DID marry a bear.

    And my boyfriend is a cocker spaniel.

    I'd say I'm purdydamn tolerant, all in all!

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