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Sunday, November 26, 2006

Bloaters or anchovies - bad poetry

Last night, the ice cream man told me,
"Son, you got to decide,
On your own, if you want bloaters of anchovies,
Because I'm just an ice cream man,
I can give you tutti frutti,
That tastes like something that came out of a rat's ass.
But bloaters or anchovies?
That's your choice."

9 comments:

RuKsaK said...

I love this - menacing, esoteric and jolly at the same time. a circus of writing in a few lines. cheers

Enemy of the Republic said...

Yeah, I totally agree. My man.

ShadowLor said...

nice. feels hidden and dangerous, yet comedic

velvetgunther said...

Hey thank you folks! Love you En. Ruksak, Shadowlor, great to meet you! Shadowlor, your profile pic, is that made in Combustion?

Cocaine Jesus said...

dark, dangerous, delirious

Manic Street Preacher said...

woah.
u mek this look nice too!
\m/

ShadowLor said...

uh...i've not the faintest idea, since i actually stole it from someone *hangs head* i know, i know. and it's all pixelated...but my computer crashed and i lost my uber swiffy editing programs...

Jack said...

I wish I could write such good bad poetry.

Anonymous said...

the ice-cream man speaketh the truth!

by the way ,an advice done buy tutti-frutti from this guy