Posts Tagged ‘slap-happiness’


February 23, 2010

I’m gonna smack da happies into yer head

with a tennis racket strung with angel hairs –

hairs from actual angels and the pasta

and angel hair pasta made by angels

with hair and angel hair pasta

made from the fallen out hair of bald angels

and angel hair pasta made

by bald angels and angel hair pasta

made by hairs from actual angels

and angel hair pasta that is the offspring

of angel hair pasta mating with hairs

from actual angels and angel hair pasta

made by angels with angel hair pasta

for hair that are the offspring of angels

mating with angel hair pasta and angel hairs

from angels that are the offspring of angels

mating with their own hair and and and and and


Be happy, for you.


Your Elation is in Direct Opposition to Idolatry.

January 27, 2010

the nuclear family is about to explode

and splatter bloody chunks all over

the minivan, which I hope explodes as well

because that would be badass.

we as molecules will multiply out from

and onto each other without restraint,

cracking jokes about subatomic schisms

and waking up cradled by our friends’ forearms

and backs.  we will live slap-happily together

and save fossil fuels, because dead dinosaurs

are real pissed off about

gettin’ milked all the time.


our cats and dogs will sleep

in the trees and vines, hunting

with us in calico war paint mirroring

streaks of earthy joy running

down our chests and backs, parallel

columns of priceless sinew purring

hammock sighs in August darkness.


we will dump spare change

into the streets and hand out bagels

for free, we will fist bump grandmothers

and play air guitar in the frozen food

aisle, we will sprint down stairs into

each other colliding with a sound

like strings and bells and choirs

proclaiming the anniversary of

a new beginning.