Delete this thread
And salt the soil,
The irony vein's
Begun to boil.

Delete this thread
And salt the soil,
The irony vein's
Begun to boil.

"The songs aren’t any good, of course, but they’re smooth jazz about Garfield, so of course they're worth a listen."

"The songs aren’t any good, of course, but they’re smooth jazz about Garfield, so of course they're worth a listen."

Puns are the lowest
Form of humor
But poetry
Is verse. 

Puns are the lowest
Form of humor
But poetry
Is verse. 

It's all a con—
The same movie
That taught you
The word 'ephemeral,'
That held your hand
Too tight
While telling you
All life is a firefly's flicker
In a haunted swamp
Is now being dredged up.
Its creaking bones
Held aloft,
Some po-mo scarecrow
To frighten away
The shadowgnats
That creep in
When you are blanket-
Wrapped and…

It's all a con—
The same movie
That taught you
The word 'ephemeral,'
That held your hand
Too tight
While telling you
All life is a firefly's flicker
In a haunted swamp
Is now being dredged up.
Its creaking bones
Held aloft,
Some po-mo scarecrow
To frighten away
The shadowgnats
That creep in
When you are blanket-
Wrapped and…

In the room, the women come and go,
Talking now of hermano.

In the room, the women come and go,
Talking now of hermano.

When last I came to BluthCo,
The wheels rumpuddling
Along the palm-lined streets,
I came alone,
The wind whorling through
The open windows.

When last I came to BluthCo,
The wheels rumpuddling
Along the palm-lined streets,
I came alone,
The wind whorling through
The open windows.

Some phrases come
Like malformed birth
Or twisted roots
Spat from the earth.

Some phrases come
Like malformed birth
Or twisted roots
Spat from the earth.

This is cute,
But kind of bland,
Compared to this:
http://imgur.com/pFLgg
I'm not a fan. 

This is cute,
But kind of bland,
Compared to this:
http://imgur.com/pFLgg
I'm not a fan. 

The walrus lives
In all of us,
Through some
Infernal calculus.
Some altered aegis
Maladjusted,
In seas and seines—
Some crocus-scented
Consciousness.

The walrus lives
In all of us,
Through some
Infernal calculus.
Some altered aegis
Maladjusted,
In seas and seines—
Some crocus-scented
Consciousness.

I'm not one to engage;
I post and flee,
But your kind words
Mean a lot to me,

I'm not one to engage;
I post and flee,
But your kind words
Mean a lot to me,