1/25/2004
No. 2
You’re as good as a black rose.
That is such a good caricature
Until you turn on the lights.
I wrap you up in momentary silence
After centuries of penut butter production
As the bilious puddle I walked in
In my flight from calculous
But for a moment
Everything was bilious.
Not for centuries,
For a single flight.
And that’s a wrap.
You’re as good as a black rose.
That is such a good caricature
Until you turn on the lights.
I wrap you up in momentary silence
After centuries of penut butter production
As the bilious puddle I walked in
In my flight from calculous
But for a moment
Everything was bilious.
Not for centuries,
For a single flight.
And that’s a wrap.
1/24/2004
The R’YMCA of the Ancient vincent Fish
by vincent fish
Sam’s free love is not free.
It causes north American employment rates to fall
And that is why I propose for everyone under the sea
Instead of free love, fair love for all
No more sam fish centricity
Instead we will form a happy commune
Despising modern apathy and electricity
Thus avoiding inevitable doom
And then one day all shell fish shall be free
From the top of my pillow I declare that
This is my poetically revolutionary decree.
by vincent fish
Sam’s free love is not free.
It causes north American employment rates to fall
And that is why I propose for everyone under the sea
Instead of free love, fair love for all
No more sam fish centricity
Instead we will form a happy commune
Despising modern apathy and electricity
Thus avoiding inevitable doom
And then one day all shell fish shall be free
From the top of my pillow I declare that
This is my poetically revolutionary decree.
1/23/2004
The Unfriendly Ways of the Vincent Fish
by sam fish
There was music and dancing
Through all levels of the ocean
During the three day festivities
Between sam fish and shellfish
Hooray
And how the lady lobsters dressed
And the fat sam fish sung
So that even the murkiest waters were fill of merriment
But then
In the morning of the fourth day
The villain vincent fish put a stop
To the free love
And the free candy
He said (or crowed out as one might say),
“I am tired of this cacophonous party partying with your free love and your free candy”
And then laser bolts came out of his eyes
And the festivities were buried far bellow the sea forever.
That jerk.
by sam fish
There was music and dancing
Through all levels of the ocean
During the three day festivities
Between sam fish and shellfish
Hooray
And how the lady lobsters dressed
And the fat sam fish sung
So that even the murkiest waters were fill of merriment
But then
In the morning of the fourth day
The villain vincent fish put a stop
To the free love
And the free candy
He said (or crowed out as one might say),
“I am tired of this cacophonous party partying with your free love and your free candy”
And then laser bolts came out of his eyes
And the festivities were buried far bellow the sea forever.
That jerk.
1/22/2004
Opening Shots of the Poetic Revolution Again the Cruel Authoritarian sam Fish Regime
by vincent fish
Softly perched
On the marshmallow pillows
A crabby crustacean clam crowed out
“Cacophonously
The initiation of a Poetic Revolution in which all shell fish
Created equally
Were under the deep seas with cold, dead fish
To never see the surface again ever.
Where the sam fish swim
Bellowing out melodically
With their sing song voices
Announcing
the beginning
of the Chinese new year festivities.
by vincent fish
Softly perched
On the marshmallow pillows
A crabby crustacean clam crowed out
“Cacophonously
The initiation of a Poetic Revolution in which all shell fish
Created equally
Were under the deep seas with cold, dead fish
To never see the surface again ever.
Where the sam fish swim
Bellowing out melodically
With their sing song voices
Announcing
the beginning
of the Chinese new year festivities.
1/13/2004
Thoughts With Victor
Vincent: When are we assasinating the head of Hangman's Lime?
Andrea: Yeah, our poetry sucks. I don't blame them. They will regret it once they see us published (hopefully) in the Hermes.
Vincent: I don't blame them for rejecting us either, but they led us on like a cute girl without a prom date.
Vincent: When are we assasinating the head of Hangman's Lime?
Andrea: Yeah, our poetry sucks. I don't blame them. They will regret it once they see us published (hopefully) in the Hermes.
Vincent: I don't blame them for rejecting us either, but they led us on like a cute girl without a prom date.
