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UNDERGROUND

Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.
—Barack Obama

JUST STUPID MEN

Maggie Estep, “Hey Baby” (YouTube)
Find Maggie here.

I’M ASIAN AMERICA, I’M ALREADY HERE

Asian Pacific American Heritage Month (Beau Sia on YouTube)
Previously ‘varked:

Hey, Rosie

THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE

ALIENS they say
pointing toward an imaginary fungal faultline
perhaps riven across the glossy belly of a taco-shaped space ship on the horizon
perhaps propped up by 4,437 spindly legs
and most definitely painted with a black, curling mustachio
Aliens (Unapologetic Mexican)

EVIL HAMSTERS

Scheck’s teacher had each child write a “Spring Time Poem” for the event.
There were many, many, many shiny happy poems about bunnies, and flowers, and sunshine.
And then there was Schecky’s.
(Via Silveradept.)

LIMERICK-TIONARY

Artie Aardvark was spousally bound,
‘Til his snoot tried to root the wrong mound.
As he lay on the gurney,
Said wife to attorney,
“Serves him right for aardvarking around.”
—One of the ten aardvark limericks at the Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form (via QT)

Speaking of aardvarks, I received a pair of nude aardvarks from the Aardvark Project. I’m […]

WHAT’S THAT WHOOSHING SOUND IN CUMBRIA?

It’s coming from William Wordsworth’s grave. First the plastic daffodils, and now MC Nuts:

The opening paragraph, memorised by schoolchildren around the globe, is now changed to: “I wandered lonely along as if I was a cloud/ That floats on high over vales and hills/ When all at once I looked down and saw a crowd/ […]

GRAY VERSE

Crossword Testament
Dirty stuff, dust, turmoil in lowland Scots
is stoor; stofzuiger Dutch for hoover. Love
desire lust are English, désir Francais,
lust Deutsch. Rare spirits, sprites, geists, ghosts inspire
esprit. Great Yeats creates, sweet Yeats repeats,
eager Edgar Poe try poetry games.
Dog shout, tree skin, water car meet in one
word, a curtailed world. See saw so we em
bark, go out […]

SONG OF AMERGIN

Amhrán Amairginn
Ic tabairt a choisse dessi in hE’rinn, asbert Amairgen
Gúngel mac Míled in láid sec sís—
Am gáeth i m-muir,
Am tond trethan,
Am fuaim mara,
Am dam seacht ndírend,
Am dér i n-aill,
Am cain lubai,
Am torc ar gail
Am he i l-lind
Am loch i m-maig
Am brí dánas
Am gái i fodb (feras feochtu)
Am dé delbas do chind codnu.
Coiche nod gleith clochur […]