You put clean sodabottle lip to yours and tilt.
You send a soda cascade over your tongue
And soda froths through your throat
Sudsing, that soda, with your epiglottal pulse
The soda-fizz harder to accommodate
Till at least you end the carbonated cascade.
(From the website’s prompt for day 14: “Today, try writing a poem that describes a place, particularly in terms of the animals, plants or other natural phenomena there. Sink into the sound of your location, and use a conversational tone. Incorporate slant rhymes (near or off-rhymes, like ‘angle’ and ‘flamenco’) into your poem. And for an extra challenge – don’t reference birds or birdsong!”)
buzzed
rumor has it that horny cicadas/have a cacophonous periodicity/doing the buzzbuzzbuzzmate deed as/cyclewax fills, and in this vicinity
all around me the hereiamfuckme bugs/meet their seventeen-year obligation/shedding skins as their synthesized noisymoogs/vibrate like crazy in arthropod nowpassion
not too romantic to my human taste you see/but different strokes, different folkcritters, yes?/their peculiar frequency mastery/gets exempted from cutesy-poo spattermess.
Thor had red hair long ago/And a beard/And a boy companion named Thialfi/And he drank so much ocean the tide ebbed/Not noticing his beer was actually seawater
Millennia later Stan Lee came along/Having co-created superheroes and having space to fill in the monster-genre comic Journey Into Mystery/He told his brother Larry to bring thunder god Thor into the fold/And Larry and Jack “King” Kirby concocted a myth of a myth/Turning timid but worthy Dr. Don Blake into the hammer-wielding blonde prettyboy Thor/And with the hammer BlakeSlashThor discouraged some rockpile-looking invaders from Saturn from conquering the Earth
Silly though this may seem/A not-even-mint copy of Journey Into Mystery #83 is now on sale on eBay/With an asking price of $39,500.00 US
(But hey–free shipping)
And Thor became the stuff of new legends
And is now featured in several movies
But the Marvel Cinematic Universe retrofit the Thor legend to mostly ditch Dr. Don Blake and turn Jane Foster from Blake’s decorative, pining nurse to a kickass scientist specializing in weird energies
So there’s now a myth of a myth of a myth
Please look into it if you haven’t
You don’t want to myth out
the pendulous metal
hangs above and back of the stage
suspended by cord in fine fettle
near the beast slash geek cage
.
feast days death days sometimes for a war
sometimes for the birth of a princess
from a lair in a hill out a paneled corridor
comes the hareskin-covered hammer that convinces
.
and the wielder slabbily muscled lumbers
up the stonehewn steps
with a swing she unencumbers
sports and demons from the depths
.
and the hillfolk scream and scurry
at the liquid majestic sound
and to the stage they hurry
where awaits the Darkness-gowned
.
and the wielder holds her hammer high
and scans the crowd and then
swings and smashes and the Death-Gong
drenches all the throng again.
the penguins were minding their own non-business
suddenly it was decreed that non-uncle sam would require 10 percent of all sales from the export of their merchandise to the united states of america
suddenly their safe haven was scrutinized
the penguins became a symbol of mindless incompetence
and while it is true that they are indifferent to these recent developments
my fear is that the mockery inspired by these waterfowl will incur the wrath of the commandeer-in-cheep
i mean commander-in-chief
and following his illogic that leads him to seek retribution for anyone who chaps his hide
he will try to make the penguins pay
through the beak
doubling and quadrupling and octupling down
until the poor lil krillsuckers are booted out of the land of the fee [sick] [sic]
even with a green card
I will never be a head on Mount Rushmore/Nor cast my capitated lot/With those four dead presidents/Whence came such woe/So I humbly propose:/Those who wish my Wright[my middle and momside family name]eous visage/sculpted on a mountain/fountain up some seed money,/Honey, and let’s make a Mount Rushnomore/For me and three nonslaveinvolving pals to be headscaped/Scrapedstoned/Shape-cloned into a fitting nonument to lay-backedness/Stray-hackedness and politically neutral
You troll no one when you’re Mount Rushnomoring/Soaring instead above such strife-begetting matters
Begatters of aggression (TR) andor passive-aggression (AL) andor typo-critical hypocrisy (TJ) andor domestic oppression with a side of cruelty (GW) will be invited to mend their ways
Raise the money and let me sculpt a scale model/What’ll consist of Jane [That was my mom’s first name too) Goodall and Jeff Bridges as The Dude/Who’d be between the Great/Raitt, Bonnie and me
See us under anarchic Antarctic ice/After we reverse the genocidotropic anthropic climate alteration
Altercation-quelling proof as snow and then ice resettles on our gently smiling phizzes/Whizzes a more humane humanity into the Undark Ages and that gentle snowfall and ice incrustation on the newly snowcapped peaks of Mount Rushnomore will be the icing on the cake clique
Unique.
Put something on your tongue
Make it go boing boing boing
To regions widely flung
With Scottish cows a-loing
And freshness in your nostrils
And alpine in your heart
To give a gosling gosthrills
In primitive jump/start.
Mutant sperm cells fill the page
Dancing on their fiveline fences.
Squiggles, hashtags, swoops presage
New dimensions. Awe commences
As the cake-groom lifts his stick up
And the horsehair wands are poised
Tooters draw some breath right quick–up
Culture Alley we’ll be noised.
Note: today’s prompt says address a person, be anachronistic, invent a new word, etc.
Hey, Caravaggio/Love your chiaroscuro/(Daylight come and me wan go home)
You painted hundreds/Used camera obscura/(Daylight come and me wan go home)
I call you Mike/You’re a second Michelangelo
Castrating duellist/Inventing manstruation
Price on your head/But you kept on painting anyway
You were driven crazy by your mercury and lead
And hundreds of years after you were dead
Your paintings found their way into a first-year Latin textbook
And fourteen-year-old Gary saw them and was stunned
And thought Wow
Wish I could do that
you sit still/but you also whirling around/the axis of a planet/which whirls around/the center of the sun/which whirls around/a black hole holding a galaxy together/yet you are not dizzy/because it is chiefly velocity at play/and not acceleration
you are calm/but your country has gone sideways/its leaders thieves and liars/its allies antagonized into disbelieving rage/but you are calm/because one of your own battles/is with overwhelmedness/and one of your defense tactics/is compartmentalization
an earth-striking asteroid or a nuclear strike/would be so game-changing/as to end the game
but so far so…uncatastrophic
so far unlikely
.
there is so much inherent sensibility/in laws of motion
so much wonder/that we got a chance to be alive/and to feel
yet so much danger/we must move to avoid it
and be moved/by beyondness
One with Clay, Image and Text 