EXCUSE ME

THINK I AM
GOING MAD.
WHEN I AM IN A
CROWDED ROOM
AND I BUMP INTO
SOMEONE, I USUALLY SAY,
"EXCUSE ME." WELL, WHEN
YOU ARE AT A BAR AND A
REALLY POPULAR MUSICIAN
IS ABOUT TO PLAY, EV-
ERYONE IN THE BAR RAP-
IDLY MOVES TO THE FRONT
OF THE BAR (OR AT LEAST
AT THIS ONE). THEY DON'T
EVEN THINK TO SAY
"EXCUSE ME" WHEN THEY
ACCIDENTALLY BUMP ME OR
SPILL BEER ON MY NEW
SHOES OR ON MY HEAD.
THEY DON'T EVEN BOTHER
TO SAY "EXCUSE ME" WHEN
THEY ARE TALLER THAN ME
AND TALK OVER MY HEAD TO
THE PERSON ON THE OTHER
SIDE OF ME AND WHEN THEY
SQUEEZE ME OUT OF THEIR
WAY EVER SO CAREFULLY
JUST SO THAT THEY DON'T
HAVE TO SAY "EXCUSE ME."
WELL, EXCUSE ME FOR
STANDING IN ONE PLACE.
EVEN WHEN I YELLED "I'M
FALLING" DID YOU EVEN
THINK TO MOVE OUT OF THE
WAY SO THAT I DID NOT
FALL ON YOU? NO, INSTEAD
FOR EVERY ONE OF YOU
THAT RUDELY BUMPED ME, I
HAD TO SAY "EXCUSE ME!!"
FOR YOU. I HARDLY THINK
THAT IT IS FAIR TO MAKE ME
SAY "EXCUSE ME" 100 TIMES
IN ONE NIGHT WHEN YOU
COULDN'T EVEN SAY IT
ONCE.EEXXCUUSEMEEEE!!!!!

ATTEMPT #4
MARY MARY



In an abandoned river a
small hat floats. It doesn't
look like a hat or smell like a
hat. But it likes people to
think it is a hat. The cat
wishes the hat were really a
hat. Maybe he wouldn't have
to stare so long or hard. But
this is mostly what the cat
does, stare at that hat and try
to figure out why the hat
thinks it's a hat.
On cold days the cat
goes to the fireplace and sits
with his eyes closed. He just
sleeps and dreams of the hat.
The river still floats by but
the hat seems
stuck on a
stick, maybe
pretending
it's really
somebody's
head. Need-
less to say
the hat
wonders why
the cat wonders why it's a hat
and also why the cat never
wonders why it's a cat. The
hat does.
The river keeps floating
by. 7/5/91


SARA PULVER


Blackening for some Rotty
Rogue
You're just about to give your
last color
and Realization is at
the doorstep
ready to knock and yell at you
for being a fool
There's the noise but
somehow
You never make it to the door
Coffee spilled and reaching
to creep
out touches Reali-zations
pointy toes
Startled, he thinks: "Funny"
turns to skip down the street
with all your not yet
knowledge
You lay smiling on your hard- wood-coffee-muddied carpet
breathing deeply and
dreaming
of a giant rain-colored Pansy
dropping flowers on your
head.




SONG FOR THE FUTURE
WAZOO


Surfaces
on my nibbel
feels spongy
and follow the
neurons to synapsis
I lick a stamp
and deliver my shivers
to my brain.
Mixed with milk and
powdered sugar the
package follows
the map of tubes
to the delta where I
turn and say:
Push the poop through
the pipes. a saucy
mixture of yesterday
I can't handle
everything
So I throw the bad
stuff away
4/5 of the earth's
surface is water, so i wash
my hair every nite

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