Friday, February 17, 2006

I'm Already Eating the Big Red

My Valentine's box had been sitting at the post office for god knows how long. I had to call them to say, "What the dealio?" But I got it, and so this is the last day of Valentine's Day, and now we can mush all over your faces in other ways for the rest of the year.

You should know that one of my gifts is a Harold Pinter book called Death Etc.. Here is a romantic poem from it:



AMERICAN FOOTBALL
A Reflection on the Gulf War


Hallelujah!
It works.
We blew the shit out of them.

We blew the shit right back up their own ass
And out their fucking ears.

It works.
We blew the shit out of them.
They suffocated in their own shit!

Hallelujah.
Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew them into fucking shit.
They are eating it.

Praise the Lord for all good things.

We blew their balls into shards of dust,
Into shards of fucking dust.

We did it.

Now I want you to come over here and kiss me on the mouth.



That's pretty much a perfect poem. It probably goes in my top twenty. I love that man.

But not as much as I love my bunny. You'll have to ask her what book I got her for Valentine's Day. I'm not telling.

Next I'm eating heart-shaped Peeps.