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nobody says thither anymore

February 19, 2010

my very educated mother just showed us
every good boy does fine                      
but what about the nine pizzas?

it’s like diaper rash on your eyelids
it’s like playing cards with Cory’s brother’s kids

did they start out that way
and end up like this?
or
did they start out this way
then end up like that?

as well as   other timeless questions
regarding the human condition
neither here nor there but somewhere
between restriction and liberation

thither and thither and thither

we’ve isolated the source of the odor
frozen fish sticks thaw in direct sunlight

tah  tah  tee-tee  tah
tee-tee  tee-tee  tah  tah

while authorities await toxicology test results, an unnamed source within the department stated that alcohol could have been a contributing factor. Malcolm Gladwell just as well as any kid off the street could tell you that there were a number of other factors contributing.      Duh

the handrail slathered in lemon Pledge
leaves a little residue      to take with you
a souvenir    so to speak


the handrail was installed for your safety, please keep one hand on your business and the other one free in the event that we encounter unexpected turbulence or a sudden loss in cabin pressure…if your eyes go fuzzy and your knees buckle then you may find yourself in the dark on the floor of the bathroom in your girlfriend’s apartment
and you may ask yourself
how did I get here?  

postnasal drip hits harder on the elevator

join the club   take a number
vitamin D deficiency
get in line    you’ll be fine

ants in my pants and piss poor posture
precipitated by years and years of use and abuse
in and for   by and by   a one-shoulder messenger bag

no regrets  in retrospect                    still
wouldn’t want your job
on a day like this

borrowed  stolen  cited  quoted
recycled  paraphrased  plagiarized       hyperlinked

a brown bag shed from an expired roadmaster
tumbleweeds down the alley and into the street
on the stiff morning breeze that slices through layers
like a wood handled pizza cutter
calling into question wardrobe decisions
made nine minutes ago
with nine more hours to go

thither


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