"College" Orientation

"College" Orientation

A Poem by nonamesnois

1. mush carry the bears to the river of porridge living in underseas live wires create static movements retiring confined spaces reach for the quiet corrections

2. lead the parade of exaggerations tiring efforts caress the open corn husk of the empire state building fly past that and you might see a sea of a few degrees to the in between of left and right

3. vibe is a core leaking enema of the chocolate trees scattered, scattering crevasses tying knots with your knees, ensorcelled by your brain computations creating recreations on ahead the forehead

4. not reading handwriting not listening voices build a relationship with your professor your professor, the rockstar? oh man, always listening I pee peeing four times in a row of trees, hold on tree opportunities

5. what is behind your butt? sniff that snuff it's a new opportunity, to raise your hand. It's fun for funeral procession stickers, orange. Productivity can cause radioactivity-filthy rich, independently stealthy.

6. then you come back McInspiring melted yellow plastic biting through the intestines of small children RBS-Rapid Brain Suction-the only real reproduction. slices of holey intestines served over crisp water buffalos eating watermelons

7. when a hippopotamus can bite off your toenails during a rerun of your entire pink life to date. you brought the yellow spiderweb lollitop to suck on to pass the rotating tables in the smelly Chinese hop, til you drop or pop.

© 2010 nonamesnois


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I'm not sure if going to college would be more or less interesting if this was the real orientation... either way.. I liked it!

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Added on June 2, 2010
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nonamesnois
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