blog , the renewable retro

" they got all these gentrified gym rat abortionists
running onto the blogosphere from
myspaceing and facebook suicides. "


i think the next link in the chain
should be the strongest. time for that kind of pressure
and mettle. a blog of titles . a blog for font3 poems.
the chain link fence blog. willagong flog. tidal forces
squeeze europa every day. she wakes in the jovian morning
her insides churning. jellyfish for breakfast again.
plot sneaks up behind her and makes her flame her balloon
so she has to go change into a new one which makes her late
for work again. they notice. but they don't say anything.
at this point it's a marriage of convenience. she nods
to the flashing leds , who whisper something derivative
to HR, who issues a memo in red ink and posts it
on the company vortex. europa doesn't give a shit.
she knows t's about her, but they don't have the bloomeyes
to point a tentacle so she's gonna keep her cumulonimbus
just the way they are. titan whispers dirty little secrets
again, out of spite. europa counts to antares, by nine, but
it doesn't help, so she rips a hole into titan's crust
just to watch it freeze again. on the dark side, so titan
can't see it. dido sees it though, but has been sworn
to secrecy, a greek mythology her punishment should she speak.
europa is unaware of this special dispensation by the pope.
she would be livid if she knew, which makes it three times
as hard for dido, being the hall monitor she is, to keep quiet.
she's going to ask for a raise. this is a helium grade job.

time to manage to blogrollcall. europa grabs her
lightning and thunder and descends onto the floor.
let the g ames begin.