Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Rabbit looked at me over the top of his Ray Bans and smiled.
"Despite Robot's reputation as an original thinker, I can tell you that none of us has had a truly original thought in ages, if ever."
But before I could ask him what he meant, the first limo pulled up to the curb and Rabbit swung into action, greeting the guests one by one.
"Ladies, it is wonderful to have you here this evening. Please take a complimentary program and wait in the lobby. Refreshments are being served, and the great green beast from Tokyo will be with you soon. He has been temporarily delayed by the futile attacks of the Air Force, but I can hear him approaching the city from the harbor now."
I caught Robot spying on us from the roof of the building across the street as the theatre filled with patrons.
"I will be blogging this!" Robot yelled, waving a metal fist in the air and snapping pictures with his camera phone.
"See what I mean?" Rabbit replied, "That box of bolts just doesn't understand the demands of true artistic expression. He has reduced the whole thing to simple journalism. Any dolt can echo the thunder, but it takes genius to produce real lightning."
Rabbit shook his fist at Robot and yelled above the wail of the sirens announcing the arrival of the main attraction.
"Go charge your batteries, you monster!"
Godzilla stopped at the painted tape, threw his cape over one shoulder causing an attack jet to spin out of control.
"Don't these people know who I am?" he rumbled.
"Pay no attention to them, Maestro," Rabbit soothed. "You have a full house tonight, and your claws look fantastic. Did you get a manicure?"
Posted by Jay Larsen at 3/28/2006 04:36:00 PM
Monday, March 27, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Like a prehistoric shaman
Tracing outlines of my hand
On the wall of the cave
Where the hunters gather
Like a tropical bird
Decorating a bower
With bright shells and moss
To attract a potential mate
Like an adolescent
Mapping imaginary battles
On book covers and Pee-Chee’s
During the boring classes
Like a one-man corporation
Plastering quirky logos
In public places
To prove I exist
Posted by Jay Larsen at 3/23/2006 09:09:00 AM
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Ramming my head into the post
The warm metallic taste of copper
A liquid penny on my tongue
Buys me a ticket to a light show
Which transforms the moss
Into the beard of a jovial god
Smiling at my mortal misfortune
“Cry, Bahooooom, Harooooom!
From Your Scattered Blood
The Hosts of Spring Arise!”
I am late for lunch.
Posted by Jay Larsen at 3/21/2006 11:20:00 AM
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
If I make something
And throw it against the wall
If it sticks
Does that mean it is made of words?
If it slides off
Do the words have no meaning?
If it bounces back
Do we still have to go hungry?
Without words and without meaning
Is it still poetry?
Is it still a wall?
Or just a Waste Of Time?
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Posted by Jay Larsen at 3/13/2006 02:37:00 PM