http://memali.posterous.com/3030-7

http://daily-yawp.blogspot.com/

Little Picasso

Picasso sounded like the name of a peanut,
something small and edible wavering on a stem.
This is all Picasso was to him, a word
with a nutty texture, an aroma of bees breath.
Canvas empty as silence, as full, as the bells ring
and horns going past bring clowns in small cars
to his room, as the boiler kicks starts,
and fathers voice downstairs sounds
like its sporadic slow roar. He closes his eyes
and lets the colour come, squares of light
on the river where father collects stones
to sort and polish into bracelets for the tourists.
I knows only them, the refracted hours
passed by in the small row boat, parts of sky
and land in tourists shades in these things
he dips his brush and paints stillness
he can hang on his wall, everything separate
as dollars his father counts, comes together
in the roll in his hand. Little Picasso is born.

http://menremainboys.wordpress.com/2010/04/30/cities-of-the-future-fall-beside-rome/

FDA Approves Vaccine for Prostate Cancer

Debate Continues Around Facebook Privacy Changes

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FDA Approves Vaccine for Facebook

500 billion minutes per month
basking in the glow of the screen,
“interacting” with “friends,”
“liking” clever memes and tending virtual farms
while life leaks like air from a balloon
minute by minute by minute.

But today
The Food and Drug Administration
approved a vaccine
that will save millions worldwide
from the scourge of Facebook.
The culmination of years of research,
“Faceblock” harnesses the immune system
to fight Facebook’s seductive powers.

There is now hope
for the 400 million users
and the millions at risk of succumbing,
hope that people will now engage
in conversations instead of chats,
read books instead of status updates.
Some are going so far as to dream
about all the good that could be done
in this sad world
with 500 billion minutes a month.

http://www.mayaganesan.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-29.html

Thank you, Muse.

Posted at: http://troysworktable.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-29.html

Misunderstood entomologist
seeks accident-prone albino
for sheep counting, skeet shooting
and self loathing. Must own hockey stick,
enjoy finger painting and be tolerant of
opera – fondness for rubber gloves a plus.
Deep sea divers need not apply

Forgetful anchorman seeks
ruefully ambitious copywriter
for explication of sadness, archeology
and movie quotes. Must love be-bop,
use college-ruled paper and be tolerant
of midgets – fondness for Hello Kitty
a plus. Fictional characters need not apply.

Exhausted poet quietly seeks
lenient small-press publisher
for binge drinking, recycling verbs
and Twin Peaks marathons. Must eat
Caesar salad, love Terry Gilliam films
and be tolerant of dogs – fondness for
clouds a must. Gods need not apply.

scrambled them up and made this poem:

http://mylineofwords.blogspot.com/2010/04/napowrimo-29-reality-bites.html