Quote:Well at this point, it's just you and me talking back and forth.
Yeah, well, at this point, there's also the occasional, lone (who's afraid of?) woolf, read in tooth and claw, sitting on the outskirts and pointing.
Poetry? Yeah, well, poetry, okay, the friend-of-my-enemy-is-Google will give the claw some read truth:
http://www.everything2.com/index.pl?node=Collect%20Telegram%20from%20a%20Mad%20D... Collect Telegram from a Mad Dog
(by Hunter S. Thompson)
Not being a poet, and drunk as well,
leaning into the diner and dawn
and hearing a juke box mockery of some better
human sound
I wanted rhetoric
but could only howl the rotten truth
Norman Luboff
should have his nuts ripped off with a plastic fork.
Then howled around like a man with the
final angst,
not knowing what I wanted there
Probably the waitress, bend her double
like a safety pin,
Deposit the mad seed before they
tie off my tubes
. . .
Suddenly a man with wild eyes rushed
out from the wooden toilet
Foam on his face and waving a razor
like a flag, shouting
. . .
We'll take our vengeance now!
. . .
We rang for Luboff
on the pay phone, but there was
no contact
. . .
Get a Lawyer, I said. These swine have gone
far enough.
Now is the time to
lay a writ on them,
Cease and Desist
. . .
The legal man agreed
We had a case and indeed a duty to
Right these Wrongs, as it were
The Price would be four thousand in front and
ten for the nut.
I wrote him a check on the Sawtooth
National Bank,
but he hooted at it
While rubbing a special oil on
his palms
To keep the chancres from itching
beyond endurance
On this Sabbath.
. . .
Later, from jail
I sent a brace of telegrams
to the right people,
explaining my position. It's a Boss-darned, uro-grafitti'd, bat-belfry'd boulevarde of Truth Incorporated out there (9-to-5, and watch over your shoulder, not to mention the palisades of your cubicle), so it must be true.
You poor bastards'll see that soon enough.
Leer and Frothing on the Champagne Trial,
Joseph Klaw (Subject: K4FK4 (Control Group) Pharmacology Experiment: THC1138 )