16/30! Threshing Through The Timescale In a Mere Ten Minutes!

Buddy, let's be Dinosaurs, on the condition that you stop picking "chicken" or the types that never existed. The price we pay for laser eyes. Fine then, knights in a kingdom, in awesome tin helmets-- steel helmets-- produce carts were made for our knocking over, damsels, damsels everywhere! for saving! Okay fine, I'll see you your knight and raise you a Caveman, who's got the heavier club, who's got a knack for fire. Stop with the cave paintings already-- no one has the time for that. Good. Now we're spacement farrrr into the future and all these robots may know how to fly a space ship, but it'll take real flesh and blood to teach them about --- two minutes as rugged explorers and we're already sick of eating squirrel. cowboys? We can do that. Ropes and ropes and steers and guns and lots and lots of blood in the dirt. Did anyone ever walk into a saloon without a record skipping? Were the barmaids always so world weary and could you get a 9 gallon hat for che-- Jazz listening private eye guys! I love calling chicks dames! There are so many tall buildings, you can be the informant that-- Buddy, what's that disco? All there is to do here is dance, man, not even a dance off. And all these shining lights, getting so close to the things I muscle away from.

Still. I guess I could keep the suit.

#20: No Room For Interpretive Dance

Room For: THE END OF THE GOAT
Co ORGANIZERS COCK
COCK
COCK
COCK
A SLINKY LITTLE DRESS
A FAMILIAR COUNCIL, TIRED BUT AMAZING IN THEIR WONDERWOMAN COSTUMES TELLING PEOPLE ABOUT BUDGET SHORTFALLS OVER DONUTS. STRAWBERY ONES.

(a man on a train, filling a crossword)

POETS REGRETTING IT ALREADY
THE BEAST__ RIDE IT___ IT'S ONLY A YAK. DON'T BE SAD. EVERYONE LOVES YAKS.
NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR DEGREE!!!!
DOCTOR NOISE HAS COLLAPSED IN YOUR ROOM AND DOESN'T WANT YOU TO WAKE HIM UP UNTIL THERE ARE HOT NOISE BAND CHICKS IN HIS ROOM WEARING ONLY ELECTRICAL TAPE.

(there are no such things as hot noise band chicks.)

(they prefer to be known as burlesque dancers)

FUCK FUCK FUCK

THE SHOWER HAS BROKEN. THE MEXICAN FOOD PLACES ARE SILL PEN WE MUST GO WHEN DRUNK THIS IS CHICAGO AND WE LOVE BEANS. DEAMONSEED. WHAT?

A MAN COMPLIMENTS THE HORN SECTION WHILE WE PRETEND
THAT THIS IS SEATTLE AND NO OLD PEOPLE ARE SAD OR GET DRUNK.

FEET FEET FEET> FUCKING> TEN PEOPLE IN AN ELEVATOR---

All Things Curved, Cartoonish

the saxophone's slow slope,

the drummer's snare taps, gathering gradually

the guitar player slides into place for a full fifty seconds

before a shift the players
just

nail, just

barely.

i do not know jazz enough to tell you

if this is good or bad, but can say there is something

(i'm sorry) phallic about the saxophone, if not literally, holistically

(what a weird looking dick) in pieces, mabye, like three or

four (quite large) dicks taped together,or less literally, 

just something SPIRITUALLY phallic

and I'm reminded of a carlos santana interview
where he stroked an acoustic guitar slowly, with two
fingers, back and forth, as he talked about the

sensuality of the music, the shape of the instrument

like a beautiful woman

without a head.

i do not know if the guitar player likes santana. that

is probably beside the point, what i do know is

it is too light

outside

and the shades

aren't drawn

and it will be three hours

until it feels like a jazz club

and sweet potato fries

dipped in ranch

and a laptop

belie the potential of this place

for nostalgic poetry, completely

displaced from the overdoses

of yesteryear's jazz

but I do know

that the servers are neither sexy 

nor grizzled enough, in their loose

buttondowns. They are, mind you, sexy and grizzled enough

for real life, or most bars, but they aren't SAXOPHONE SEXY,

where all the women become fluid cartoons, in 

teetering proportions and official classy sex uniforms

from a deliciously repressed era,

all the men, cowled and coiffed and quick with a line

and probably good at the saxophone

and there is no one in here like that

except for this one couple, at a table,

with ranch and potato chips

and with a diet like that,

you know they aren't here for the music.