Hold the phone calls, tell the wife I’m in a meeting.
Order the pizza, sushi, wassabi, knishes, nachos
‘n’ cheese, lots and lots of cheese, salsa, cucumber
Sandwiches, curie, spaghetti! pesto, hot dogs, tacos,
Burritos, jalapeños, rice and kimchi, Champaign,
Kegs and kegs of beer, more beer! the Armadillo,
Gyros, shish-kebabs, ziti, Bürli, Tapas, Melitzanosalata
Fish ‘n’ chips, coconuts, and oranges! more oranges!
Place your bets, color your faces, wrap yourselves
In flags, call upon Uri Gellar, go into Buddhist
Mantras, light eleven candles, repent your sins,
Pray to god and make your resolutions, shake the
Magic-8 ball, invite your friends, group prayer!
Chant, chant, don’t forget to chant! And sing!
Its almost time, did you color your hair orange?
Goooooaaal! What happened? Better luck in four years.
ha! nice. this could be a rick reilly column on the back page of sports illustrated.
very good.
Thanks. Glad you liked it.
sometimes your work evokes this real sense of speed, being overwhelmed, and sensory overload. i like how you sped up time and crammed so many sensations into such a short period of time.