Thursday, January 31, 2013

Poet's Korner

"Dreamscape - Jan. 2, 2013"

A final bastion, a reverent outpost
debauched into chaos
Impertinent adolescents mob
and slaughter the lamb 
haphazardly

A nominal frock stands
green and feeble
Folds like a crumb-strewn
napkin on a marble
slab adrift in unordinary times

An urgent matronly appeal
thrust face to face
for sanity's sake
as neighbors to the rear
carry on out of context

Back at the kiosk they resume 
an exchange between drags
Conceal the smut from the 
cubby hole and recede to 
the door, for guilt and a hearth

--Chris Peebles   

Friday, January 25, 2013

Komedy Korner

Bro 1: Hey man, do you wanna smoke a fat blunt later?
Bro 2: No can do. I gotta take my girlfriend to chemotherapy.
Bro 1: Dude, you are so whipped!

--Svetlana Mendoza