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59Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Duck Joke
by foamysquirrel
A duck walks into a bar, goes to the bartender, and asks, "Do you have any grapes?" The bartender says, "No, this is a bar; of course we don't have any grapes.” The next day, the duck walks into the bar,... published 5 months ago
58Poem: Fish-Thrown-Back Boy
by foamysquirrel
When he brings home a wish she shouts and says, that’s not for real. And if he made the Franklin swim team, she would say, that’s fine but too dear. Where is this pool, for that matter? Am I... published 5 months ago
55Poem for Capistrano Mission Photo
by foamysquirrel
Ruined? Converted. Once employed wood, brick, wattle Overturned to tourist haven. Shrine, a sinecure position For swallows, summerers, Seekers of postcards and salvation. One sky to heaven, two Masses... published 5 months ago
49Two Versions
by foamysquirrel
When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the... published 5 months ago
52Poem: Uncervantes
by foamysquirrel
After the donkey OD, The burro falling off the main line Into sightless chasms, He saw the path had to alter course. In the Land of Asses Kicked and Names Taken, Glittering like mica chips beneath asphalt,... published 5 months ago
49Poem: Not Householder, Not Handy
by foamysquirrel
Ground in the door The plastic hook bears little weight. It can't inscribe its own hole, relies upon the gouges drilled by fumbling hands, by He Who Would Maintain and thereby show his competence to... published 5 months ago
51Prose Poem: Dread, 09-2002
by foamysquirrel
Jenny sits upon the path. She is an uncarved stone, not a block, no longer abstractly careening at ungauged velocities with potential heroic deeds in countless directions. She has a definite shape, rubbed... published 5 months ago
56Poem: More About Important Me
by foamysquirrel
All I want is boundless understanding, An awful pact to see my white gold heart. Except I don't like gold, white seems bland Or sometimes lily-white, like part Of a suit for lisping Frank O'Hara, and Those... published 5 months ago
43Poem: Buttpinch
by foamysquirrel
Halfway through a thought, my foiler love who loathes one-sided speeches gives a goose upon my breeches, calipers a cheek as if to measure hot-air quotients, maybe as if squeezing for a boil, or checking the... published 5 months ago
55Short-Short Story: Driving to a Date With Shannon Wisne
by foamysquirrel
The boy drives along Sashabaw Road. The road winds past newer developments, not totally new, but not old enough or modern enough to come equipped with a classic or well-laden movie theater. There’s just... published 5 months ago
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