Getting up at 8, so I can make it to the bank and deposit my check. Been reading alot of C.J. Cherryh lately.

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List Poem for David Byrne

you may find yourself against a white backdrop;
you may find yourself floating against a green screen;
you might find youself wearing an oversized suit;
you may find yourself unnessarily wearing glasses;
you may find yourself uncomfortably hot;
you may find yourself swimming at some point;
you may find yourself flailing uncontrollably;
you may find yourself hitting your forehead for no reason;
you may find yourself karate-chopping your arm, next to video footage of an African girl doing the same thing;
you may ask yourself, "why am I doing this?!"

you may find yourself wondering if you're being controlled by an outside force;
you may find yourself wondering if you're paranoid;
you may find yourself thinking of a b-movie actress-turned-choreographer;
you may find yourself thinking that you had angered her somehow;
you may find yourself thinking that this woman is controlling things;
you may find yourself thinking that she's punishing you, because you refused to return her book by Jacque Derrida;
you may find youself thinking also of B.F. Skinner;
you may find yourself getting very tired;
you may find yourself collapsing into unconsciousness;
you may find yourself dreaming that your a billboard;
you may find yourself dreaming that you are an angry cheerleader;
you may find yourself hungry for nuts and berries;
you may find yourself abandoned in a Burbank studio lot,
in a disheveled suit;
you may find that your head hurts, and that's when you reach for Excedrin.

Bruce V. Bracken

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Going to hear Paul Lynde Fan Club, YokoKnievel, and Whiting Tennis at the 'vous tonight.

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ZIGGURAT

You will find me waiting in my high-rise penthouse suite,
when you come booming thru your sky, aiming at windows.
Reference: taking my punishment. Ask me, thunder,
did I anticipate, when invading your airspace,

your reaction? I did not make that wax mistake twice.
Mine is a tall city, full of a million tongues, those
who reach for the top floor, like a haughty sunflower
commands its namesake to notice and give it worship.

Ask the sun, thunder, what I had for breakfast today.
The sun fed me , a satisfied wolf, packed and shipped out
from the sun farm, and I washed it down with orange juice.
What do you think we make of you, with our copper wires?

When an earthquake struck Portugal, the church blamed it on
lightning rods, claiming that they defied God's Holy Will.
My will is the holy will of a capitalist;
the high-rise my lightning rod, my holy Ziggurat.

This is blood and sweat, calling not to itself, but to
the stratosphere, and the immortal ozone layer.
I call to a giant electromagnetic star,
saying, "You are my servant, bathe me in your worship!"

I say to the "mother", "I excavate your insides,
to be your 'father', and remake you in my image.
If this be hubris, then punish me with your quaking.
I will outast your anger. I have. and always will,

"so, see what I have fashioned; look up and worship me".
Lightning, see how you have been yoked. Descend reverent.
Sun, see how I drink from you. Radiate your worship.
I await you in this, my temple, my penthouse suite.

(C) 2009 Bruce V. Bracken

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1. he didn't think I
could beat his ass, 'til I put
him over my knee.

2. chili dogs for dinner
but don't worry
no beans harmed in the making.

3. phone job resume
inventing languages listed
nobody hiring

4. nobody's heard of
a beautiful mushroom, 'cause
a mushroom can't talk

5. vengeful swan gets back
at childhood tormentors, eats
duck liver pate

6. why no polar bears
on mars? they were killed off by
59th-hand smoke

7. you can impress the
ladies with tree roots, but who
goes to buy the milk?

8. I know how much
you care, but don't dislocate your
shoulders like last time.

9. I only listen
to stations whose call letters
start with "W"

10. drunk-dialled at 2 am
why do I give out
my number to drunks?

11. I'm as lonely as a
Leather Nun tape
in a North Texas Wal-Mart

12. it's not like I sat there
just eating the brie
I ate the crackers, too.

13. banana yoshitomo
is not a fruit, so
I can't eat her books.

14. vegan's dilemma:
can you eat pancakes
with face made with syrup?

15. sure you don't eat anything
with a face, but with
headcheese, who can tell?

16. I have a face that
mothers want to talk trash about
their grown daughters to.

17. the purple dinosaur
shook me in it's teeth, but
it was out of love.

18. the wolf's teeth hurt, but
not as much as his dissapointment
in me did.

19. charles baudelaire
good companion
while shopping for housecleaning supplies.

20. this haiku is secretly
a pantoum, so don't
tell anybody.

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1. he didn't think I
could beat his ass, 'til I put
him over my knee.

2. chili dogs for dinner
but don't worry
no beans harmed in the making.

3. phone job resume
inventing languages listed
nobody hiring

4. nobody's heard of
a beautiful mushroom, 'cause
a mushroom can't talk

5. vengeful swan gets back
at childhood tormentors, eats
duck liver pate

6. why no polar bears
on mars? they were killed off by
59th-hand smoke

7. you can impress the
ladies with tree roots, but who
goes to buy the milk?

8. I know how much
you care, but don't dislocate your
shoulders like last time.

9. I only listen
to stations whose call letters
start with "W"

10. drunk-dialled at 2 am
why do I give out
my number to drunks?

11. I'm as lonely as a
Leather Nun tape
in a North Texas Wal-Mart

12. it's not like I sat there
just eating the brie
I ate the crackers, too.

13. banana yoshitomo
is not a fruit, so
I can't eat her books.

14. vegan's dilemma:
can you eat pancakes
with face made with syrup?

15. sure you don't eat anything
with a face, but with
headcheese, who can tell?

16. I have a face that
mothers want to talk trash about
their grown daughters to.

17. the purple dinosaur
shook me in it's teeth, but
it was out of love.

18. the wolf's teeth hurt, but
not as much as his dissapointment
in me did.

19. charles baudelaire
good companion
while shopping for housecleaning supplies.

20. this haiku is secretly
a pantoum, so don't
tell anybody.

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ZIGGURAT

You will find me waiting in my high-rise penthouse suite,
when you come booming thru your sky, aiming at windows.
Reference: taking my punishment. Ask me, thunder,
did I anticipate, when invading your airspace,

your reaction? I did not make that wax mistake twice.
Mine is a tall city, full of a million tongues, those
who reach for the top floor, like a haughty sunflower
commands its namesake to notice and give it worship.

Ask the sun, thunder, what I had for breakfast today.
The sun fed me , a satisfied wolf, packed and shipped out
from the sun farm, and I washed it down with orange juice.
What do you think we make of you, with our copper wires?

When an earthquake struck Portugal, the church blamed it on
lightning rods, claiming that they defied God's Holy Will.
My will is the holy will of a capitalist;
the high-rise my lightning rod, my holy Ziggurat.

This is blood and sweat, calling not to itself, but to
the stratosphere, and the immortal ozone layer.
I call to a giant electromagnetic star,
saying, "You are my servant, bathe me in your worship!"

I say to the "mother", "I excavate your insides,
to be your 'father', and remake you in my image.
If this be hubris, then punish me with your quaking.
I will outast your anger. I have. and always will,

"so, see what I have fashioned; look up and worship me".
Lightning, see how you have been yoked. Descend reverent.
Sun, see how I drink from you. Radiate your worship.
I await you in this, my temple, my penthouse suite.

(C) 2009 Bruce V. Bracken

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I think Dolly Parton should record an album of sea shanties. Or maybe re-record all her hits, but sing them in Anglo-Saxon.

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Na podzim roku devatenáct dvaašedesát, Česká vláda zavedla Praha
na banánové slupky.

Byl to sovětský banánové slupky. Byl to Český banánové slupky.

V zimě roku devatenáct dvaašedesát, polovina populace Praha
hladověl k smrti.

V reakci na tuto tragédii, Česká republika zaslala více banánové
slupky.

Na jaře roku devatenáct třiašedesát, druhá polovina Praha
zemřela na vyhladovění.

V létě roku devatenáct třiašedesát, české vlády pohřben
jména mrtvých, a prohlásil, že velký skok vpřed.

Kroupy se diktátor proletariátu!
Kroupy se diktátor proletariátu!
Kroupy se diktátor proletariátu!

Copyright 2009 Bruce V. Bracken

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I went hiking through Discovery Park Thursday. Right down the bluff. To the beach. Lotsa fun.

Friday, I went to Olympia, kicked around there 'til the last bus showed up.

Yesterday, I bought an iPhone.

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Read an intentionally lousy love poem called "Teddy Bear Telephone Lady".
Got a lot of laughs, but an abysmal score. Karen Finneyfrock thought that I was referring to a vibrating teddy bear, which cracks me up to no end.

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