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Here's a collection of poetic combinations really say something.
European Wieners
Spelled write I'm glad to see;
there are rules about the I and the E.
Wieners, as in wieners from Wien;
the other way round would be Wein,
but we know wieners go better with beer.
Lost weekend barbeque explosion
has tortured my ears to the point
that I hear big engines idling on the left,
and on the right I rely only
upon the sense of smell.
There were fireworks that night, oh yes!
from China or Italy or France.
I imagined I scented the smoke
and another smell underneath,
like onions frying,
despite the distance;
but I can't think of food right now.
I spilled my drink in my lap
and found I had nothing clean to put on.
When one vows to stay stoned all summer,
soggy-bottom laundry just doesn't get done.
This shell of a story is for you.
Every time I hear your tongue
I tip into a trance.
It was always this way.
A schoolteacher refused to believe
that my parents spoke English at home.
Speaking your sentences
both backward and forward
cracks open the mind like a skull.
Perhaps in a former life
I was a dead supermodel,
hair hanging and trailing in water.
Why must somebody always die?
And why must it always be me?
I've turned my computer off.
I don't want to hear that story again.
To navigate this mad ocean,
it is best to wear blinkers.
Keep sailing, keep sailing
past the rocks and siren song,
on into a whole new world.
Unification will be the last part.
I waved a foreign flag atop the gate.
Since then, the world
feels the need to confront
the very face and nature of power.
The children might as well learn
and be initiated when they are young,
for the need will get no smaller,
and they feel the knife by their throats.
there are rules about the I and the E.
Wieners, as in wieners from Wien;
the other way round would be Wein,
but we know wieners go better with beer.
Lost weekend barbeque explosion
has tortured my ears to the point
that I hear big engines idling on the left,
and on the right I rely only
upon the sense of smell.
There were fireworks that night, oh yes!
from China or Italy or France.
I imagined I scented the smoke
and another smell underneath,
like onions frying,
despite the distance;
but I can't think of food right now.
I spilled my drink in my lap
and found I had nothing clean to put on.
When one vows to stay stoned all summer,
soggy-bottom laundry just doesn't get done.
This shell of a story is for you.
Every time I hear your tongue
I tip into a trance.
It was always this way.
A schoolteacher refused to believe
that my parents spoke English at home.
Speaking your sentences
both backward and forward
cracks open the mind like a skull.
Perhaps in a former life
I was a dead supermodel,
hair hanging and trailing in water.
Why must somebody always die?
And why must it always be me?
I've turned my computer off.
I don't want to hear that story again.
To navigate this mad ocean,
it is best to wear blinkers.
Keep sailing, keep sailing
past the rocks and siren song,
on into a whole new world.
Unification will be the last part.
I waved a foreign flag atop the gate.
Since then, the world
feels the need to confront
the very face and nature of power.
The children might as well learn
and be initiated when they are young,
for the need will get no smaller,
and they feel the knife by their throats.














(signed: European Louzer)
Geko - I'm not sure if I'm such a big Rammstein fann either ... but they sure make a strong first impression.
Abby - thanks for the Buzz! maybe with that and the Rammstein buzzword, some of Buzznet's new teenage uber-members will come visit! for a second or two.
do we really want those little davey lovin freaks here anyway?