I am swamped with the videopoem, in the throes of production and haven’t had the wherewithal to journal but what the hell, it’s National Poetry Month, so here you go.
A PIG WALKS INTO A BAR
For Sooke, AKA L112, killed killer whale
Naval exercises, Strait of Juan de Fuca, Feb, 2012
Need fuels catastrophe
But blowing stuff up is a hobby.
Just to see what happens.
In his spare time. For fun.
So, Pig wanders into a bar,
Mauling the first blonde he sees.
The one who’s heard it all.
Meek dick taker. Instant co-spiralee.
No-guff companion, quickly enamored
of her salient recycled mate.
Faithful ego extension, she waits
patiently, fourth in line.
It’s the reckless man
That underestimates her pale grip,
Courts the highly functioning
simpering angel face, dressed up
To impersonate a pure silk purse.
“Can I get a beer please?”
Here, have a cup of cyanide,”
Says the bartender, “it goes down quicker,
Delivers a merciful fate.”
That’s okay,” replies the pig.
“I’m the one that goes
Wee-wee-wee! all the way home.”
The accompanying image is from a Trojan condom commercial. Hardly an illumination of the poem but funny with a pertinent message; I couldn’t resist.