Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Much better than the running of the bulls!

Sure, this may wrinkle some noses on political correctness but keep in mind... no one is making any of these ladies run:

High Heel Race

How about this kind of event replaces all questionable sporting activities? Rather than the Running of the Bulls, have ladies in 4 inch heels storm the cobblestone streets of Pamplona? At the end of the race is a huge dance party and everyone goes home happy. You could probably resolve world conflicts this way...

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away