 EXCUSE ME   THINK I AM GOING MAD. WHEN I AM IN A CROWDED ROOM AND I BUMP INTO SOMEONE, I USUALLY SAY, "EXCUSE ME." WELL, WHEN YOU ARE AT A BAR AND A REALLY POPULAR MUSICIAN IS ABOUT TO PLAY, EV- ERYONE IN THE BAR RAP- IDLY MOVES TO THE FRONT OF THE BAR (OR AT LEAST AT THIS ONE). THEY DON'T EVEN THINK TO SAY "EXCUSE ME" WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY BUMP ME OR SPILL BEER ON MY NEW SHOES OR ON MY HEAD. THEY DON'T EVEN BOTHER TO SAY "EXCUSE ME" WHEN THEY ARE TALLER THAN ME AND TALK OVER MY HEAD TO THE PERSON ON THE OTHER SIDE OF ME AND WHEN THEY SQUEEZE ME OUT OF THEIR WAY EVER SO CAREFULLY JUST SO THAT THEY DON'T HAVE TO SAY "EXCUSE ME." WELL, EXCUSE ME FOR STANDING IN ONE PLACE. EVEN WHEN I YELLED "I'M FALLING" DID YOU EVEN THINK TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY SO THAT I DID NOT FALL ON YOU? NO, INSTEAD FOR EVERY ONE OF YOU THAT RUDELY BUMPED ME, I HAD TO SAY "EXCUSE ME!!" FOR YOU. I HARDLY THINK THAT IT IS FAIR TO MAKE ME SAY "EXCUSE ME" 100 TIMES IN ONE NIGHT WHEN YOU COULDN'T EVEN SAY IT ONCE.EEXXCUUSEMEEEE!!!!! |
ATTEMPT #4 MARY MARY  In an abandoned river a small hat floats. It doesn't look like a hat or smell like a hat. But it likes people to think it is a hat. The cat wishes the hat were really a hat. Maybe he wouldn't have to stare so long or hard. But this is mostly what the cat does, stare at that hat and try to figure out why the hat thinks it's a hat. On cold days the cat goes to the fireplace and sits with his eyes closed. He just sleeps and dreams of the hat. The river still floats by but the hat seems  stuck on a stick, maybe pretending it's really somebody's head. Need- less to say the hat wonders why the cat wonders why it's a hat and also why the cat never wonders why it's a cat. The hat does. The river keeps floating by. 7/5/91SARA PULVER Blackening for some Rotty Rogue You're just about to give your last color and Realization is at the doorstep ready to knock and yell at you |
for being a fool There's the noise but somehow You never make it to the door Coffee spilled and reaching to creep out touches Reali-zations pointy toes Startled, he thinks: "Funny" turns to skip down the street with all your not yet knowledge You lay smiling on your hard- wood-coffee-muddied carpet breathing deeply and dreaming of a giant rain-colored Pansy dropping flowers on your head. SONG FOR THE FUTURE WAZOO Surfaces on my nibbel feels spongy and follow the neurons to synapsis I lick a stamp and deliver my shivers to my brain. Mixed with milk and powdered sugar the package follows the map of tubes to the delta where I turn and say: Push the poop through the pipes. a saucy mixture of yesterday I can't handle everything So I throw the bad stuff away 4/5 of the earth's surface is water, so i wash my hair every nite |
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