a continuation

More stuff. I hope you enjoy.


mass-produced individuality

the sound of sound is a sound not often heard in my neighbourhood, it has been outlawed.


the middle

it was decided that the beginning should be the end, so it was.


ode from a blue car fish

approximately 3753.12 miles from a certain unknown point lived a man who had three. This man who had three was so jealous of a man who had none that he got in his car , drove two feet and ate a mushroom. you may say that this is a bit too far to go to eat a mushroom, but he only had to walk 723 miles to get to his car.
the next tuesday following the day after he received a letter from someone he had not known for years. he was so glad to be finally receiving this letter for which he had been waiting for so long, since he had known absolutely nothing about the sender for so long. the letter, which was mailed from his bathroom, said:

i saw the latest exhibit of your work and it is terrible!
yours,
x.p.q.
critic at large, temporal times

the man who had three was do thrilled to get such a positive review from such an unknown critic he thought to himself that he would invite al of the people of teaneck, new jersey over to a party and serve them cold pork chops in the park. he mailed the invitations, but only a wino with dishpan hands showed up with his pet apple tree following behind him. the wino got drunk on the pork chops and stayed until the day before he got to the party and then he growled at the man who had three and ate a banana which wore a bandanna.
now, dear reader, you may want to take a minute to take two or three valium if this is getting too exciting for you. there is no need for you to be thrown into a padded cell like an orange bullfrog.
you may not have realised it, but the man who had three was, is and will be.
now onto the scene walks the gentlest ax-murderer that you could ever hope to meet.he always says please before he chops off your knees, and he does it so daintily, careful not to get bloodon his white three-piece suit. this person must be named, since we shall never hear from him again, so let's call him archibald, since his name is frank and he loves chocolate. as soon as archibald walks onto the scene he leaves the scene, he always faints at the sight of banana flesh.
have you tried it, if not do so, it is so much fun and it is supposed to be good for you, at least that is what george said.
but the man who had three no onger wore sneakers after the armistice, and this made the french sad. it made them so sad that they had to celebrate the anniversary of what's-his-name without corn flakes.
thus the word had been used.
then the man who had three dreamt a strange dream, he dreamt that everything was as it was.


ode to a nail
(a poem)

this is a poem
there is nothing poetic about it
but
it is a poem
because
you see
it is divided into
short lines
and it has
no punctuation
there is neither rhyme not meter
but
i call it a poem
so
it is a poem