Tasteless jokes? Decide for yourself:
What did the Asian master say to his hot dance date?
"I'm one step ahead of you, two-step behind!"
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One guy came up to another guy and he said:
"Want to hear a cosmic joke?"
And the other guy said "Om..."
my lips were meant to kiss eachother
for my company was lonely.
There were songs in my head till I remembered I never wrote them
and the one thing left was something warm
like an eye or a hand, nearly whole.
I believed in cathedrals, the jerimander of light and fret
sound and feet interpermitted.
Without a cry I might have fallen,
a lie threaded to itself, a shimmer, unborn.
My nakedness was hallowed without eyes, I no longer held my own
placemark and only nimbly could tell the moment was.
Dissuaded myself from the 4.00 Latvian dark bread, took a lemon tea and received 1 cent, Canadian, in change. The girl behind the counter, pretty in a loose almost-my-mother sort of way.
When I was little I never thought of going to the zoo on a pleaseosaur or getting spinning-drunk on the merry-go-round. I was an in-the-moment kid, and now I think, maybe a little stupid. That time I got personal attention from the assistant teacher, or the other time when she pointed me out for pointing her out with my fingers like a pistol from the back of the classrooom, like the first time when the blonde read to me, it couldn't have been much of a usual favor, and pirates anyhow aren't the most abstruse of topics anyhow it was only at the party when no one else laughed at the movie that I acquired the first dangerous inkling of self-knowledge.
I discovered at twenty the value of jeans to a man as a woman must at 15 or 14 or 12 learn the advantages of T-shirts that inexpicably jut in hollwed angles outward at the armpit; there is enough ambiguous potential in those hollow points to draw an erring eye or bring someone closer in orbits at a grocery store. It was at the natural foods place I somehow found myself in proximity to several middle-years ladies at once, each with a blank expression of disknowledge.
I found myself oneday an onlooker to a nymph of a woman
trimming the weeds by her flower-bed
It was with my own reluctance she ducked away
There was a different time I was almost run over
And seperately, on the 64th page of a web publication
I wrote something actually clever.
And yet again I saw such a woman, on a bicycle
it seemed she was tracking her prey
I had no flowers, but I have been thinking of them
gradually I realize it will be stupid when I fall in love
There was a time, let it be said, when I thought of jumping
high, high from a skyrise tower, and not
bodily avering to the containment I endure
let it be said, in emphasis, I lack courage
is when I , without guard, again find a nymph-girl
at a corner-stop, leaning on a sign-post, she might have
freckles but she is so so bright, I nearly
her skin, where it was shadows and frothy light.
the "beguiling eye" we found in the garden wall: It was only an eye
Mont Crane
A monk expecting eternal peace, a wild man seeking proper herbs, a night watchman on vacation, and a student studying the newly formed sport of rush-boarding, about which we know nothing.
The writing included here is pending copyright (c) 2006 Nathan Coppedge
Although I have a suspicion that this last bit is borrowed with some innovation from a popular play, the name of which I forget. In that case I claim copyright only on "the lips kissing eachother" , "man on a swing" and other original parts that are not written as placeholding notes.