Friday, December 05, 2008

My First Flarf Poem

Glue: A Flarf Poem

In one of my earlier school years,
I remember a recess where I. had squirted

watered-down glue at one of the other girls
Using a squirt bottle or fingers dipped in water

I wet the pleated skirts by misting them
the way we do it when we don’t want to handle a problem

And as it turns out, big globs of Krazy Glue squirted
into the rear holes of (the. truly sick or injured,

Trust no one—there is no "safe zone"
where super soakers like me

or any other squirt gun is involved!
How can I possibly raise anything but an unusual child?

I have an unexplainable fondness for giant sized kites,
pickles, and Soft soap

The Man in Me, as far as I know, was a panic attack
It is all a bit...well....creepy

All I can think about now is sit down and
squirting glue all over my grownup hands

half a pack of glitter glue
Let’s squirt it on

some antlers, on a skunk
squirting them all on their noses!

© radames ortiz 2008


Kabuki Katze said...

Bizarre, but I love it! What a way to use technology. It's almost a verbal equivalent of a collage . . . a bit here, a bit there, let's see what we get.

the amplified bard said...

thanks for reading. it is interesting how they are using technology with every aspect with art these days.