The UnderGod
I pledge allegiance
to the mags
at the checkout counter
Carmen Electra in a red white and blue thong
pulled down as low as you can shave
what a culture
it makes me want to be a better person
whatever is offered up
I want to fuck it
or buy it
kill it or eat it
and lately, salute it
it all makes me think
briefly, with commercial interruptions
and that's a good thing
I'm american
I forget myself
every thirty seconds
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
A Day in the Life of a Mountain Lion and a California Girl
She wakes in the morning, brushes her teeth and does her yoga
He rouses himself from sleep, opens his mouth and shrugs into a lazy catstretch, canines extended
She slips on her Nikes and walks to Starbucks with little barbells in her hands
He strolls to the creek for a drink and chews on the wheatgrass that grows on the bank
She considers the almond soy spirulina smoothie
but orders a double latte in a large glass
He pees round the the rim of his territory
She opens her philosophy book and wonders about the mind-body problem
and if she has free will
He licks his paws. He doesn't have a mind, so he has no problems.
She goes to her job at the non-profit institution,
fighting for endangered species
with fax machines and paper clips
He stares idly into a pool in the creek
and watches the snail darters flit to and fro
but is suddenly alert when a female appears
Hank comes by to flirt, but she rebuffs him with a smile
certain that he will redouble his efforts tomorrow
He grabs her by the scruff of the neck with his teeth
and does it doggy style
even tho they're feline
She takes off early and buys a loofa sponge, a lottery ticket
and non-indigenous vegetables for dinner
He scratches his hide against a loblolly pine
and gets fooled by a possum, outrun by a deer
and stood down by a wild dog.
She eats and watches Dances with Wolves on TBS
for as long as she can stand it and
grabs her bike as the sun goes down
He is hungry and ventures outside his territory for the first time
They are both headed for the same hills outside of town
where noone lives now but they used to
a fragment from an arrowhead crunches unseen beneath her wheel
he passes a rockface where there is a small picture etched by ancient flint
he does not recognize his own ancestor there
stalked by a stick figure with a spear
The moon is almost full tonite
she turns on her headlamp and thinks about her niece
and if she wants children of her own
He sits on a bluff and smells her upwind
She thinks about Hank and Kevin Costner
and notices the air flowing freely from her lungs
He leaps as she feels newly confident about her future
She tries to figure out what is happening as his jaws wrap around her skull
and suddenly they are joined
in the same wordless language of immediacy
She is not thinking and neither is he
Her friend is pulling at her heels
He is pulling at her head
She weighs 110 pounds after the Atkins diet
but so does he
Her friends beat him over the head with their bicycle pumps
they scream and throw rocks and dial 911 from cell phones that are hooked seamlessly thru the blinking tower on the next ridge
She hears his growl coming from his throat
down his fangs
and into the bones in her head
For some reason he does not let go.
No, not yet.
She wakes in the morning, brushes her teeth and does her yoga
He rouses himself from sleep, opens his mouth and shrugs into a lazy catstretch, canines extended
She slips on her Nikes and walks to Starbucks with little barbells in her hands
He strolls to the creek for a drink and chews on the wheatgrass that grows on the bank
She considers the almond soy spirulina smoothie
but orders a double latte in a large glass
He pees round the the rim of his territory
She opens her philosophy book and wonders about the mind-body problem
and if she has free will
He licks his paws. He doesn't have a mind, so he has no problems.
She goes to her job at the non-profit institution,
fighting for endangered species
with fax machines and paper clips
He stares idly into a pool in the creek
and watches the snail darters flit to and fro
but is suddenly alert when a female appears
Hank comes by to flirt, but she rebuffs him with a smile
certain that he will redouble his efforts tomorrow
He grabs her by the scruff of the neck with his teeth
and does it doggy style
even tho they're feline
She takes off early and buys a loofa sponge, a lottery ticket
and non-indigenous vegetables for dinner
He scratches his hide against a loblolly pine
and gets fooled by a possum, outrun by a deer
and stood down by a wild dog.
She eats and watches Dances with Wolves on TBS
for as long as she can stand it and
grabs her bike as the sun goes down
He is hungry and ventures outside his territory for the first time
They are both headed for the same hills outside of town
where noone lives now but they used to
a fragment from an arrowhead crunches unseen beneath her wheel
he passes a rockface where there is a small picture etched by ancient flint
he does not recognize his own ancestor there
stalked by a stick figure with a spear
The moon is almost full tonite
she turns on her headlamp and thinks about her niece
and if she wants children of her own
He sits on a bluff and smells her upwind
She thinks about Hank and Kevin Costner
and notices the air flowing freely from her lungs
He leaps as she feels newly confident about her future
She tries to figure out what is happening as his jaws wrap around her skull
and suddenly they are joined
in the same wordless language of immediacy
She is not thinking and neither is he
Her friend is pulling at her heels
He is pulling at her head
She weighs 110 pounds after the Atkins diet
but so does he
Her friends beat him over the head with their bicycle pumps
they scream and throw rocks and dial 911 from cell phones that are hooked seamlessly thru the blinking tower on the next ridge
She hears his growl coming from his throat
down his fangs
and into the bones in her head
For some reason he does not let go.
No, not yet.
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