I got in a fight with a wrestling nun
She bit me so I grabbed her by the hair
But for real it was all just a good bit of fun
And now I know nuns don't fight fair.
Either way, and in the end
She gave me a pet golfish named Linda Marie
And I was like "What the fuck kind of name is that for a goldfish!!??"
So I ate it and it was good.

posted by panda6 at 11:44:00 AM

The sheep are here, and I will count them
And they will count me,
But then they might fall asleep first
So I'll make a crazy red suit from them
Kick ass, I'm getting a new sheep suit.
Peace out!

posted by panda6 at 11:29:00 PM

What is that crazy odor?
That sort of hurts, but is oddly intriguing?
Could it be?! Could it be?
Nope, not Peewee Herman, but close!
It's Voracious P the skunk puppet!
What do you have to say to us all?
"My ass hurts, I'm a stinkin' puppet"
And I bet it does, voracious! I bet it does.

posted by panda6 at 11:02:00 PM

Ceiling

in the midst of a cloud of a people
society waves a shadow of its hand over them
and the cloud shatters into pieces
like glass dropped on the moon
under the ceiling of pc, be-nice-but-not-to-you
a beam of light hits a single one
and is reflected
and refracted from one to the next
and the colors spread
from one to the next.
this cloud has made a rainbow
out of a single beam of light.

Everything Not Here Nor There

Hovering, hiding, rotating, diving, sliding and twisting,
Flipping and whistling, screaming and flying, or crying, but trying
To live when there's neither an answer nor question
No hints and no clues and so rarely suggestion
But how does one get from the floor to the ceiling?
By paying or praying or sitting or kneeling?
Or maybe it's all just a matter of feeling,
A little bit scared but aware that you're healing.

Floor

I found someone lying alone on my floor,
Well it's me, now I see.
But then someone called me and I turned toward the door,
No one's here? That's my fear.
Oh but tell me what is that delite I smell cooking?
There's nothing in sight but I'll spend the day looking,
And later end up on the floor.

posted by panda6 at 11:57:00 AM

Curious Playful

I find myself especially happy today
And I know why
But at the same time I can't explain it
And I'm curious
So the best things don't yet
Have a word.

Spark

The spark of a star
Not near and not far
Hurtling toward me
Aiming for me
Tearing apart the silence before it
Yet I adore it
And will store it
Somewhere close
When I'm most
In need of a spark

And the random

I'm known for the random poetry, so let's hear it
And no matter what - Don't fear it
Like, like a clown with his little balloons
With, with a cracker a sock and a spoon
You say why do you write such a notion
A concoction of meaningless potion
Or a silky smooth drop of a lotion
That somehow, someway lubricates the gears
Stops the squeaking in my head
So I can sleep

Beat Down Fever

A koala named Marbles alone in the dark
He puts on a mitten and goes to the store
Buys a loaf of bread and gets change for the meter
And then says "Why is everyone looking at me?"
BECAUSE YOU STUPID KOALA
You're only wearing one mitten.
Dumbass!

posted by panda6 at 11:48:00 PM