A Poem that doesn't make any (suprise) goddamned sense

I wrote this last year when I was really, shall we say, elevated. It doesn't make much sense at all but I think that its funny because it seems that no matter what, my writing circles back around to the same stuff, even when it's barely comprehensible. Also I find it absurd that I'm going to be in an advanced poetry workshop next semester, but my screenwriting teacher says its good to immerse yourself in poetry when you're writing a screenplay and I'm planning on adapting this F. Scott Ftizgerald story into a feature so, we'll see.

I believe the inspiration for this was "The San Andreas Fault" which, along with "rat" is one of the best answers to the game. You didn't have to understand that...

Anways:

Number 9

A chorus of Barking Bumble Bees
Make Blueberry Pie Elf Pancakes

...How?

The way your mother smiled
and told you that I'm "twitterpated"
and not to break broken glass

With Pumpernickel Pineapple syrup
sent in via
THUNDERING SAMURAI

I have conquered the San Andreas Fault.


Just so you know, I'm not pretending this is deep or anything. I think mostly I was just enjoying making alliterations (who doesn't).

Epic picture search of the day which will result in...

Black Swan. Is the name of the best song on Thom Yorke's solo Album "Eraser" or something like that. More pertinently it is also the name of a movie coming out some day, directed by Daren Aronofsky A.K.A. the reason I'm in film school, starring Natalie Portman, A.K.A. the reason I'd go lesbian (her and Fabian that is, we have an understanding). Additionally, Thom wins at life and sounding awesomely like an alien, not to be confused with Wayne Coyne, who may actually be an alien (Christmas on Mars, anyone?)

Mmmkay, I'm babbling and procrasting, goodbye.

Note to self: yell about Betty Draper later.