Two Poems by Nada Gordon
very small pink clump
few things are sadder than the sight
of a thin gold anklet trapped beneath
a suntan-colored nylon. the people
in the morning clutch their warm cups.
they have water bottles and sensible
shoes, earbuds, catalogs, and weary
faces. the world pulses with violence.
a garbage car slithers into a frightening
maw, a particularly mysterious and
frightening vagina embroidered
on soiled vintage linen. activists
take to the streets, maws gaping.
a garbage car slithers into them.
the absorption rate for the Soul
Eater’s melée attacks is increased
by 5%. I wanted to put the lobster
into a comic, because he’s been
distressingly absent… gaping maw.
many of these links to my poetry
are broken. why are women so angry?
I also clutch a paper cup. the world
pulses with violence. illness waits
as ninja. Nearly half a century old,
I pop a pill. I’ve been a busy little
bandit lately. young gulls. you are
here: foul grin. yes, it swam up his
penis and into his bladder. it is human
nature to have fears and phobias:
mutant wooly worm alpaca.
why are women so angry?
they always throw things like
an angry gorilla when they get mad.
whazzat? critique zombie sex
feels good duh. why are women
so angry? life is harder for chicks,
their all pissed off cause they feel
feelings. how to use slither in a
sentence. example sentences
with the word slither. I wanted
to put the lobster in a comic. why
are women so angry? anyone already
say “sand in Va-J-J?” they cannot
even cook a decent meal anymore so
why bother. venomous email young gulls
foul grin. I tried to hold it and take it out
but the eel was too slippery to be held
and it disappeared up my penis. you’d
be angry too if you bled 1 week a month besides
you should never trust anything that bleeds
that much and doesn’t die. young gulls. trashy
sisters. horrible shiny dresses. furious abandon.
the main goals of feminism were destruction
of the nuclear family unit and emaciation
of the males. paper-cup clutchers: “mama.”
ashen commuter faces. women rely on
emotion and not so much analytical
rationalization, in short they don’t think
as much. a very small pink clump. catalogs.
you just want some female to feel sorry
for you and take care of you and wash
your stinky underwear and your dirty
dishes and cook for you. hello! I am
the virgin mary magdalene! I am carrying
miraculous triplets similar to the virgin
mary. you are here: are you here?
foul grin. why are women so angry? you
want to sit on your lazy asses all day,
and watch tv, drinkin beer and smokin
dope. I tried to hold it and take it out. sex
feels good duh. sometimes it amazes me.
the sensible work shoes. gateways.
a particularly frightening-looking vagina.
the throat, gullet, or jaws especially of
a voracious animal. many of these links
to my poetry are broken. he’s been
distressingly absent: the insatiable lobster
at the end of the course. The insatiable clown
prepared to go shopping, but realized
that he actually forgot his wallet. he actually
forgot his gullet. he actually forgot his
particularly frightening vagina-Cicada;
Clouded Leopard; Clown Anemonefish;
Coelacanth; Common Earthworm;
Common Loon. insatiable unicorns
clutch paper cups. the insatiable clown
at the end of the course just sits there
drooling. Many of these links to my poetry
Pepper Spray Cop
Pepper spray cop, pepper spray cop, where have you been?
I’ve been to the murky depths of human behavior to pepperspray
the Queen of Sunshine and her seven little ShiTzu puppies, that’s
where I’ve been.
First there was Oakland Riot Kitty, now there’s Pepper Spray Cop!
Pepper spray cop, pepper spray cop, you are a meme!
Yes, I just casually pepper spray everything: Queens, ShihTzus,
Jesus, family groups, constricting snakes, drool, suitcases,
things to hang hats on, some Halloween
costumes, parts of galaxies, hive dwellers, and no-goodnik
protesters whose pretty eyes get in the way of my pepper
spray. I casually pepper spray everything. I’m the pepper
spray cop! Don’t mind me. I’m just watering my hippies.
There’s pineapple torture, lemon torture, coconut torture,
pepper torture, torture soup, torture stew, torture salad,
torture and potatoes, torture burger, torture sandwich.
That–that’s about it.
Aww yeah I’m just the pepper spray cop getting
the bitches wet. I’m a fatty donut eater with a
wifebeater ‘stache. I’ll squirt the Internet
in the eye. I’m a pepper spray cop pimp!
I inspire art mash. I am where dandruff
accumulates. Dull cry of panic. May the
excessive force be with you!
Nada Gordon is the author of Folly, V. Imp, Are Not Our Lowing Heifers Sleeker than Night-Swollen Mushrooms?, foriegnn bodie, Swoon, and Scented Rushes. A founding member of the Flarf Collective, she practices poetry, song, dance, dressmaking, and image manipulation as deep entertainment. She blogs at ulutate.