Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Requisite Evil

Sinister snickers, clicks,
steel torture tools
gossip, conspiring behind me.

Sentinal glaring, daring,
cold cyclops eye
goosenecking down
with a blinding grin.

White-knuckled nerveless, numb.
The vinyl altar offers me, awake
to the Maxillofacial Medicine Man.
The rite begins.

Translation: I'd rather have a root canal
than start another blog,
but here I go.


Blogger Dian said...

I have been totally innocent of blogging up to this point. Obviously, James is in the position of the Old Dope Peddler and is dragging us down into the depths of despair. Let's kill him.

10:51 AM  
Blogger James Lincoln Warren said...

I am a martyr to my cause.

And remember what Tom Lehrer sang about the Old Dope Peddler: "Doing well by doing good."

I await your slings and arrows.

11:21 AM  
Blogger Dian said...

"Today's young shining faces are tomorrow's clientel." Aha! That's what you're doing! You've lured that nice young man into blogging and now he'll never get another day's REAL writing done in his life!

3:43 PM  

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