#1

And the last thing I remember was
saying "We Klingons are thirsty,
you Dalicks fetch us some root beer."
That reminds me of the story about
the air freighted pig that
arrives dead.

High clouds and fog tonight,
chance of rain tomorrow.
God damn IBM to hell and
all their creations.
I almost compiled a program at work today.
Nobody gets that joke but programmers.
Four hundred years from now
no one will know what a
programmer was.
I want to cleans the hills
of their stinking dreams.
Tomorrow I will call in dead.
I'm toast.
History.

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#2

My girlfriend likes to ask me
"What year is it?
Who's president?"
She likes to see if my
brain is totally rotten.
We have these pet phrases we
say to each other like
keep your fucking hands where I can seem them.
I don't know why people hassle me I'm
a lifelong contributor to the
social security administration.
Hey!
If the ends don't justify the means,
what does?
It's a franchise, like
Jiffy Lube.
And probably gang related.
They say they love you but
would they pay $5 to park in
Venice, California?
Not!!
Your best friend
is probably inflatable.

from Mocha Louder Press, Seattle (1995). He's also editor and publisher of rpoetik, "the best little magazine on the internet" (according to Another Chicago Magazine) and can be reached at salasin@wln.com.

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