By Jack Brummet
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Monday, November 03, 2014
Sunday, November 02, 2014
Poem: Tendrils
By Jack Brummet
When a tree is chopped down
Volunteer shoots sprout
From the roots,
Sending out tendrils of life
In an urgent last gasp
— A genetic S.O.S.—
Like what they say
Happens
When you hang a man.
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Saturday, November 01, 2014
Poem: Potential
By Jack Brummet
In your chest beats
The heart of a Good Samaritan
Who never quite got off
The starting blocks
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Poem: Resurrection
By Jack Brummet
He
was ready to live again
Even if living just meant running
To keep ahead of the ghosts.
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Painting: Hurricane
By Jack Brummet
[Acrylic, pencil, and pen and ink on primed stretched canvas, 3' x 4' n a barn wood frame]
[Acrylic, pencil, and pen and ink on primed stretched canvas, 3' x 4' n a barn wood frame]
click to enlarge
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Friday, October 31, 2014
The topless photo removed from Chelsea Handler's Instagram Account
By Mona Goldwater, Social Mores Ed.
In a bit of not really controversial news today, Instagram removed a photo of Chelsea Handler (parodying Vladimir Putin on horseback) from her Instagram (http://instagram.com/chelseahandler) page. This is the photo:
In a bit of not really controversial news today, Instagram removed a photo of Chelsea Handler (parodying Vladimir Putin on horseback) from her Instagram (http://instagram.com/chelseahandler) page. This is the photo:
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Poem: Orgy in the pantry
By Jack Brummet
I step in and nearly trip on
I step in and nearly trip on
Mr. Peanut, on his back
With a Grand Coulee grin
As Sara Lee in fishnet stockings straddles him,
Rubbing peanut butter on her nether parts.
Snap, Crackle and Pop
conjugate with the Campbell Soup Twins.
With a Grand Coulee grin
As Sara Lee in fishnet stockings straddles him,
Rubbing peanut butter on her nether parts.
Snap, Crackle and Pop
conjugate with the Campbell Soup Twins.
Aunt Jemima and
Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks,
Digging the scene at a voyeur remove
Where spectation trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Synchronous Messopotamian strip-tease.
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.
Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks,
Digging the scene at a voyeur remove
Where spectation trumps participation.
Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Synchronous Messopotamian strip-tease.
Mr. Clean and Tony
The Tiger are oiled up
Like Greeks, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
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Like Greeks, grappling on the pine floorboards.
Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.
The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.
Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.
Poem: Escape
By Jack Brummet
Some of us try
astral projection.
The rest of us
leave in dinghies, bikes, and cars,
Racing down
highways, expressways,
Streets and boulevards.
Streets and boulevards.
A continent of smoking skull orchard
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