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I had a dream that I met
Santogold and she told me
a secret...She said
"Burns"...she calls me
Burns in my dreams...
Everybody calls me Burns
in my dreams..."Burns...
why does Count Dracula insist
on blowing up only the green
balloons? Everybody knows
its not a party till some
Blue Balloons are Blown..."
Then she leans over and pukes
on my lap...

I have really crappy dreams...

The polar bears danced by one at a time...
They were sick and tired..well more sick
than tired...ice was hard to come by...
so was fishes and seals...so instead of
menacing Alaskan assholes and tourists
they decided to dance instead... One
polar bear in particular...lets call him
Paul...he was as graceful as a swan...
So graceful that the other polar bears decided
Paul would make a better girl polar bear...
Paul is now known as Estelle...

I would not be a good National Geographic Narrator...

The shopping bag was so heavy that Mindy Wendlechance
caught hand cancer...The doctors had never seen anything
like it before...consumer cancer they call it now...
The Earth is really really smart...Humans are really really
dumb...Put that new waffle iron down while theres still
time...or else...or else hand cancer lies in your insipid
future...

I am not a spokesman for the American Medical Association...

------
Terence Patrick Burns


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The following comments are for "17 feet under polar bears"
by kilgoretrout

Burns!
actually, I think you’d make a pretty good National Geographic narrator, I’d watch any show you presented… well, you know, not any show… I’m a fragile, virginal little thing, I am ;)…

here’s to the banality of tragedy and the tragedy of the banal… here’s to spinning whimsies and whacking googles… here’s to the charm of the defeated and the ability to smile at the sublime the sub-slime and the ridiculous…

I have had too much of something or not enough of something else… I forget how it works. reading you stopped my hiccups… no, really. love ye.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 12, 2008 )

polar bears...hand cancer...
I don't know why i keep coming back to this poem. It catches my fancy for whatever sick strange reason.

( Posted by: thesadpoet [Member] On: December 1, 2008 )





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