bowling for jello

[mnaz]

greased up on a kick back, greased along the tracks.
grazing fat on a fundy, and postcards from a rack.
cells of empire a-bubble, a-burst and yet still intact.
the pyramid builders must build; and this time nary a crack.

as the sun smears western skies in grease,
like a big ol' heavenly porterhouse slab, i reflect.
toss a ten to the man and he delivereth product.
toss in fifty and you are his product. or fuel.

corpulent opulence, and the cocksure doth fly.
brisance or resistance, and all thine other lies.
slice open the top and that fat sludges out,
a bit like niagara falls.

[stilltrucking]

brisant poem!

[Arcadia]

what´s a jello? a hello with a mistaken letra? gelatina (arggghh!) or the Dead Kennedys?
(your poem reminds me how much I hate diets!!)

[mnaz]

thx truckin' & Arcadia...

jus' started riffin' one day on the corrupt, rotten bloat of US government; that corporate free for all money suckin' black hole malaise... and before you know it, I was talkin' about big 'ol greasy fat-cat porterhouse steaks and, and.... umm... uuhhh... a burrito sounds good, right about now...

[hester_prynne]

Mnaz, I could dance to this one, naked, under a full moon.
It's a spellbreaker man.
really dig it.

H

[mnaz]

thanks hesty.

i seem to be into the rhythmy rhymey timey thang lately...

"disposable", more or less, they tell me...

oh well..