2004-11-16 - 4:21 p.m.
oh, we twinkle

i have decided that very little is preferable to sitting on my ass staring at a computer screen (yes, even astronomy class), so i have returned, and constructed a poem for you, and i will present it now, with very little further ado, except to say that my bladder is swollen unto bursting.

thank you.

UNTITLED (helium flash wiggling on the h-r diagram)

wench, your shellacking is inexcusable
and as empty and devoid of meaning as your jockstrap
or your inflatable green dildo.
oh, i long for telescopic vision!
my pantyliner is moist and steams with my feverish wishing.
don't think for a moment that you'll make it to chapter ten;
you might, but i don't think you will.
how we form a giant star!
oh, we twinkle. we twinkle, my love--
they liked it when i showed them a galaxy.
yours is a core of helium, you asshat,
and many kelvins will carbonize your darkly gaseous heart
and even then i will loathe you.
ignite! cry out! i have taken offense at your nebulous cotton-poly blend,
straining against your swollen breasteses.
the pavement steams with fresh urine and Possibility.
my umbrage is severe.
your thermal shirts are unaffected, but your brain--
your brain!
is reduced to a single flapping capillary.
equalibrium has broken and that's why it's puffing up.
you hideous deconstructor of tophats, why must you molest me in this manner?
your flock of ewes bounding through ireland--your ass--shed their shining teeth.
stretch, as would a salamander, 'cross the nation
'twixt the stars
'tween a crib.
drop it like it's hot.

i think it's publishable.

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong