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tofu

MATTRESSES, A PANTOUM

MATTRESSES

Which card wins the horse
that carries the gambler?
The ace is marked down
for bargain-basement kings.

Dublin is getting
The tiger's root canal.
How do they build their
paper houses so tall?

The ace is marked down
for bargain-basement kings.
Hey, gingerbread man,
what's your cookie-cutter?

How do they build their
paper houses so tall?
I hear the windmills
are made in China now.

Hey, gingerbread man,
what's your cookie-cutter?
Somebody better
check your bags for the plates!

I hear the windmills
are made in China now.
The Akropolis
is made of cardboard now.

Somebody better
check your bags for the plates!
Government only
wants its monopoly.

The Akropolis
is made of cardboard now.
Here's the Molotov-
industrial complex.

Government only
wants its monopoly.
It's fascinating
to watch the paper burn!

Here's the Molotov-
industrial complex!
Now we'll see what that
ethanol is good for!

It's fascinating
to watch the paper burn!
Remember when a
mattress was for sleeping?

Now we'll see what that
ethanol is good for!
With enough kindling,
we'll cook that golden goose.

Copyright 2010 Bruce V. Bracken

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sometimesiwishthaticoulddrive

SNEEZING BACKWARDS

SNEEZING BACKWARDS

I SNEEZED BACKWARDS, LIKE THE VACUUM OF SPACE,
LIKE THE LIGHTBULB THAT BURNS OUT IN YOUR HEAD
WHEN YOU SLAM IT TOO HARD AGAINST THE FLOOR.
THIS WAS HOW I TRIED TO DISPROVE MYSELF.

LIKE THE LIGHTBULB THAT BURNS OUT IN YOUR HEAD,
I TRIED TO DE-CONTROL MY SUBSTANCES.
THIS WAS HOW I TRIED TO DISPROVE MYSELF,
TO AVOID YOUR POP-PSYCH TOILET CLICHÉS.

I TRIED TO DE-CONTROL MY SUBSTANCES,
WORKED HARD TO BE YOUR BEST DROWNING VICTIM.
TO AVOID YOUR POP-PSYCH TOILET CLICHÉS,
I CAR-BOMBED MY SOUL IN YOUR SQUALOR CULT.

WORKED HARD TO BE YOUR BEST DROWNING VICTIM,
SO I COULD IMPRESS YOU WITH MY BLUE LIDS.
I CAR-BOMBED MY SOUL IN YOUR SQUALOR CULT.
DIDN'T I STICK OUT LIKE A GOOD MANDRILL?

I TRIED TO IMPRESS YOU WITH MY BLUE LIDS.
I WAS THE ONE THEY LEFT AT THE BOTTOM.
DIDN'T I STICK OUT LIKE A GOOD MANDRILL?
I WAS JUST THE FRESH MEAT FOR YOUR SANDWICH.

I WAS THE ONE THEY LEFT AT THE BOTTOM,
THE LATEST STANDARD-ISSUE POLOCK JOKE.
I WAS JUST THE FRESH MEAT FOR YOUR SANDWICH,
THE UNSUNG BOSTON WAITRESS' REQUIEM.

© 2010 BRUCE V. BRACKEN

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