Friday, February 19, 2010

The Third Option

A woman, strange in her bones

Dirty knees, clean dishes

Broken Amarillo snow globe in rum

Snow, snow, snow, whoa, wrist, backwards

Look, I have a red hat!



Three-Five-Seven equals strawed berries

Three, Three, Three, Three, Three, Tree

Tree, Tree, Tree, Tree,

              Fencing on fire

              Pop rocks

              Rock talks, talking heads, headphones,

              Phone home-

The phone rings, but you never call.



Three is prime.

Prime time. Prime time in the sunshine, baby!

BBQ and family makes us happy, but

It also gives me indigestion.



Praise Jesus and pass the ketchup,

Whatever it takes for you to shut up!



Robot garbage, mechanic change, candy canes

Canes are knickers, knickers are optional

Optional is rational but not logical and reasonable

And reasonable is no good.



No good at all.



Two packs, Jack and three of those

Who’s put this picture here?

          Dad, mad, glad, sad, had, BAM!



Glasses in the rosebush,

But there were no fish.



Three, three, tree, tree, five and dime

A dime is also prime. But not ten.



And not one.



                 No. Anything is better than one.

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