Sunday, July 15, 2007

more freewrite shit

-it's bout fat people. plain and simple

throw your pills away to the turtles
blow four mills and brave twin hurdles
two girdles chasing, facing their prey
purple creations to dwindle their rations
before they are patrons of lypo. It's all
hype though, they're still hippos,
with pig noses and gnarly hearts
and necks sprinkled wth as many wrinkles
as cards in a deck. Checkmate, beefsteck
and fake meats called sweets, succulent innards
twizzlers wrapped in a skin with muffins bluffing
their hand, but nothing can overcome one
look at their buns, their brand.




-i dno

8 billion fish in a bowl bowling and strolling and
skiing free as can be because the robots have
flown away. Charles calls the bar from his stool, drools
and drawls his Southern call. No kids to catch no
lids to bash today, everyone's out for the day. Cooking his own book
with shots of sunshine topped with lemon lime
soda he's filled his quota ill in Bogota's barrio
tinted trollies go from a place to another. Bumping
bodies flow up the avenue turning cars and fleets
at bay, because it's all a big party bust out the bacardi now that the robots
have flown away

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