Wednesday, September 29, 2004

The Linden Branches Soared!

I'll be fine, tea-bot pasty cakes,
just cue me if I die zowwying,
harshness exceeding cogs ingrained under
the Hycamore Tree lotion.

I'm just a cow humming Yusuf
Islam tunes at warp speed,
scythe ready to cart out what's left
of the batwing tongue.

If there's a gods, I want 'em.
And if there's a dishwashers
I'll squeegee 'em and drag
the eggs down to Libya

over someone's dead body.
Don't doubt me, Bowcup - it's
midday and already my paddy
mugwumps are giddying up.

Friday, September 24, 2004

New Annex Skies!
Submarines for Boys

Recliners for parking lots
and photon torpedoes over Miami
are what made America great!

For example, stalactites behind biceps
indicate that the recliners
share a shower with the philosophers -

He called her Hilary (or was it Hilarity?)
and a cowboy living with her and her hole-punchers
felt that the self-flagellation and the toothpicks
are what relegated him to the role of the philosopher
earning frequent flier miles over Miami -
however light-bulb-related that may be.

Most lunatics believe that a paycheck
is two steps toward debutantism,
confesses the light bulb.

Monday, September 20, 2004

Take care of yourself

Garble your homeland's cheerleader
drive away awe and contaminant
the sharpshooters can't miss.

Pursue your fay "Down goes Frazier!"s
boric acid is really a cozy conflagration policy
aimed at your head.

The ringmaster simulates tasks to be done
that no dismal beast would advocate
from any frizzley podium.

Max - Sept. 18, 2004

Friday, September 10, 2004

Max -- Redlands vs. Southwestern Univ. (TX) 9/04

Thursday, September 09, 2004

New Skies!

As you read this,

I don't want you to feel sorry for me,


I believe everyone will die someday.