I spent the night
in a blackberry bush
and dreamt of burdens
large and small
and watched as six-hundred
fire ants carried
my burden away

I spent the night
in a blueberry bush
and kissed a woman
from Japan
and wept when her ears
turned red
and she sighed

I spent the night
in an elderberry bush
with a pocketwatch
and a partridge
we reminisced about
pear trees and grandfathers
and socks

I spent the night
in a huckleberry bush
and started a candy company
for people with
wooden teeth
– I sent some to
George Washington

I spent the night
in a dewberry bush
with the swan
who spoke of Jazz
and ate watercress
from the pond

That was some murderous applause
it rang in my chest – it slayed me

I was revived by the scent
of a copper-skinned killer

her dual triggers blinking down
unaware of their culpability

Well, it’s my birthday, and it’s probably already one of the best ever.
I mean besides still having a huge paper looming and two finals on
monday. I’ll tell you why.

Ducktales
Sky High
Muppet Christmas Carol
Judy Garland: Live at Carnegie Hall
Socks!

Plus I got a surprise at Midnight with some ABC cupcakes and some Eggnog.  Shava, Shava!

For those of you who don’t go to my school, here’s the latest edition of my World of Words Column.

The
World of Words

     
I’ve heard a lot of people arguing about abortion throughout the years.
I didn’t used to know much about the subject, but I knew it was controversial.
Well, I finally caved in and did a little research and I have to say that it’s
not really controversial at all. In fact it’s pretty black and white if you ask
me. Allow me to explain myself for those of you not operating on my wavelength.
    
I began my search for the truth with the Dictionary. I used the World
Book, because that’s what we have at my house. Abortion is defined as “3a. the
failure of an organ to develop beyond an early stage” and also “3b. an
imperfectly developed organ.” Upon further study I came across a related word,
“abortionist,” which is defined as “a person who induces or seeks to induce an
abortion.” As a music fan, I was appalled that such a person even exists. I
understand that Bach might not be everyone’s cup of tea, but I cannot
understand why anyone would seek to do harm to such a magnificent instrument as
an organ. Imagine if you will that the organ had never developed beyond an
early stage. Would we have such instruments as the synthesizer today if not for
the influence of the organ? I think not. We should count ourselves lucky today
that these abortionists never mounted a wide-scale assault on our air-powered
musical friends. I’m surprised that there has not been a movie or an opera
about one of these abortionist fiends. I think it would make for good
entertainment.
    On a not so related note, as I was perusing the
“A” section of my dictionary I came across a curious word I’d not seen before.
The word is “Alphabetarian” and it is defined as “someone who is learning the
alphabet.” I crack a lot of jokes, that’s just part of my nature, but I promise
I’m not making this one up. Check a World Book Dictionary if you don’t believe
me. Probably the saddest thing about the word alphabetarian is that I didn’t
know what the heck it was back when I was one. It probably would have made me
feel special knowing that I was an alphabetarian. They should give out buttons
for little kids to wear saying, “Hug Me, I’m an alphabetarian.” Then once you
graduate from being an alphabetarian there should be a big celebration with
cake and Alphabits Cereal. That stupid Alphabet song has pretty much ruined the
proud days of being an alphabetarian, though. What with that easy to learn
song, I don’t imagine I was actually a full fledged alphabetarian for more than
a day or so. Even learning the French alphabet wasn’t that much of a challenge
for me. I mean it’s basically the same as ours but with a bunch of nasal sounds
involved. Honestly I envy the Japanese and their 1,945 characters. For them
Alphabetarian graduation day comes at like age 63, when they’re old enough to
actually enjoy it. I think I may throw a belated alphabetarian party for
myself. Is it ever too late to
celebrate alphabetarianism? I’ll await your response.