by H Brown

Created on: June 02, 2011

"Hybridization of Pretzel-Eating Volunteers"

hunkered down low

in my Lapacean encampment

where convolution becomes multiplication

and the laughter never stops

that's right

where extinction is played

like a sick game of whack-a-mole

and the guys with the blue lips never stop smiling

but fear you not

they can only pretzel you once

if you sing well in the shower of salt crystals

never let their suckers stick

gum heads

they never stop chewing

astrophysicist cows with cuds

the ones in Vermont lost their eyes to the Gnostics

slapped in the head

with the easiest arithmetic

mumbling one-point-six-one over and over

but their blue lips never moved

not once

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