Way too many weeks. I covered a soccer game this weekend, and I hope it doesn't suck balls like an unskilled whore, but I suspect--and quite heavily at that--that it does, which is a shame, because I sure did enjoy the game. I like watching soccer, I just don't completely know the rules.
Anyway, I wrote a poem about eating Crayons, and you should check it out.
A Poem Written in Regards to Eating Crayons
by: David Mathis
I've never eaten crayons, but I imagine they taste just like hot glue after it isn't hot anymore, or
tile grout without the sand, or maybe even the plastic they use to make cheap children's toys.
I don't want to drink glue or eat Play-Dough, but I know a lot of people who have, and they never
died from it, so I guess I would recover from it.
Not like the day I first tried cream cheese, gagged, almost threw it up at the table, never
touched the stuff again. A piece of me died that day, and I'll never even get it back.
I don't especially know how cream cheese is made, but I assume it has something to do with
making a pact with Lucifer for Baal's milk and churning that into a thicker form full of wailing
and gnashing of teeth.
I think crabs should taste more like I imagine spiders must taste--like cellophane wrapped around fiberglass,
wrapped around packing peanuts, covered in butter. I would add a dash of Oregano, not because it needs it,
but because it looks nice on the plate, if not in the stomach.
I'm not ever going to put crayons in my mouth, never taste all the colors of the rainbow in solid form slide
down my throat like an over-thick rainbow cascading down the sides of a Sarlacc, chasing bounty hunters
in a quest to make all things more beautiful, like Unicorns prancing in fields with tattoos on their asses
so as to assert their individuality and not at all to fall in with a crowd called Care Bears who have their
tattoos on their stomach's in complete defiance to the style of the Yakuza who usually tattoo everything except
the stomach and do it the old fashioned ways with needles and hammers.
The have powers too, like spilling razzmatazz red all over shadow which is different from black, which
is different from fuzzy wuzzy, which is a different color than beaver, which is completely different from
the shade called brown because the Yakuza only tattoo in fuzzy wuzzy, razzamatazz, and shadow.
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ReplyDeleteOn Chris Lyon’s A Poem in Regards to Eating Crayons
1. “ like hot glue once it isn’t hot anymore” – maybe you can try to ‘economize’ and say “ once it cools” ?
2. I really like how you express how much you do not like your first encounter with cream cheese when you said “ a piece of me died that day, and I’ll never get it back.” Although it is within cliché , it still blends in with the narrative voice , like as if you are just having a talk with a friend and telling them how you hate cream cheese.
3. “a pact with Lucifer for Baal’s milk” : Very interesting! Definitely not a cliché … we often hear a pact with the devil but never for milk… much more Baal’s milk.
4. “full of waiting and gnashing teeth.” Gnashing teeth is a very strong action, and I believe “waiting” should also have some form of imagery in it… something like “ full of impatient patient’s on the ER waiting room and the gnashing of teeth by pissed off prisoners waiting for their ‘unskilled whores’ (ripped it off of you!)...” meh… maybe not quite like that…
5. “cellophane wrapped around fiberglass” – I love how you are explaining ‘taseteless’
6. “rainbow in solid” can be lessen to “solid rainbow”
7. “over-thick rainbow” – maybe too soon to use the word rainbow again?
8. “Unicorns prancing in fields with tattoos on their asses as to assert their individuality…” Love love love this! Way to use juxtapose!
9. “Razzmatazz, fuzzy wuzzy, Yakuza” definitely an enjoyable list of alliteration!