Poem inspired by the last lines of a Bukowski poem

of all the trips
to outer space and
of those few trips
to the moon and
of those forays
to the international space station,

didn’t anybody ever
think about,
or attempt
to have,
a little zero gravity sacrifice to Venus,
a little intergalactic twatting,
a little cosmic dipping of the wick,
a little interstellar tube-snake boogie?

that would be:

one small orgasm for a man;
one fantastic Penthouse Forum for mankind.






© douglas william mowbray

Variation on Danielle's Poem

First grade, fifth grade, something something 101, entry level, 401 K, Roth IRA:
rough timeline of reduction in the amount of questions asked in your life, like:

Would you party like an old man if she said chocolate?

Exactly how do hungry kids dance today? (they start with this simple truth: don’t walk tonight where music is)

What are day? (as opposed to ‘Which ain’t night?’)

Why did he?

How does love eat house?

To reverse the timeline, do not wait on Doc Brown,
follow these simple steps:

Smile big at her
Ask him or have dinner
Need bad ugly car
(Remember it will make them look)
Ride up the thing going on time
Tell the day go take me
Clean tomorrow and you could get mother
Little talk when we want money please
Drive out for good shopping

Follow these and you will get back to being who you were before you were:

a beautiful wild woman kissing hot food.

danielle's poem

would you party like an old man if she said chocolate?

I'm crazy now so smile at her big

little talk when we want money please

I live to need bad ugly car

beautiful wild woman kiss hot food

let's clean tomorrow and you could get mother

remember it will make them look

don't walk tonight where music is

how do hungry kids dance today

love can eat house

ride up the thing going on time

ask him or have dinner

tell the day go take me

what are day

why did he

they drive out for good shopping

La Phew, Hooah

I was fuckin’ around

and now my knee

smelts like jasmine.

Which aint so bad.

Now’s there this faint

scent of a woman about me.

Yeah, yeah, I know,

yuck it up.

I smell like a sgirl

and now you’re

thinking about Al Pacino.

But this is loneliness talking.

And loneliness

has a French accent.

Least, that’s what I been told,

and other things like,

apparently, you might want

to be scentless in France.

But all I got is this blindness.

That’s all this man’s Army ever gave me.

Sun of a Bitcher

I picked up a sock that

wasn’t mine and it

started to snow.

The difference between

my heart and your heart

is the difference between

an interpreter and a translator.

Stop playing with your cancer, she says.

Burma poet held for secret insult

By Steve Jackson BBC News

The Burmese authorities have arrested a well known poet, who published a love poem with a hidden message criticising the country's military leader.

Poet Saw Wai's work - titled February the Fourteenth - was published in a Rangoon magazine, The Love Journal.

Taken together, the first words of each line read: "General Than Shwe is crazy with power."

Dissidents in Burma have used similar techniques before to get their messages past government censors.

Authorities 'sensitive'

At first sight it appeared to be a straightforward love poem looking ahead to Valentine's Day, but eagle-eyed readers soon noticed what the Burmese government censors had missed.

It was not long before the authorities became aware of the poem and Saw Wai was arrested.

It is not clear what will happen to him now.

Burma's military government is highly sensitive to any criticism, especially since the pro-democracy demonstrations last September which were put down by force.

The authorities closely monitor the media and dissidents have resorted to increasingly elaborate methods to get their messages across.

Last year an advertisement was placed in one of Burma's main newspapers in the name of a Swedish travel company which contained the hidden message "Killer Than Shwe".

The company did not really exist.

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/2/hi/asia-pacific/7205216.stm

Published: 2008/01/23 16:36:03 GMT

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