100th Post, with Tom & Dinosaur Hand!

Tom & Dinosaur Hand, review the Ft. Wayne Children's Zoo !!!Dinosaur Hand: Who wants to go to a Children's Zoo?!!! Let's go to the arcade and blow up hang gliders!

Tom: For one thing, it's called the children's zoo but it's for everyone, and it's big and full of trees and animals, and places to sit and eat, and

D.H: Look, a monkey!

D.H: Ack; flowers.

Tom: Sure; not only do we have giraffes and lions and all types of monkeys, there are a great variety of plants and trees...it's almost like a botanical garden, but not quite...that is downtown and is a great adventure in itself.
Tom: And this is the brand new exhibit, the African Veldt...there is a ski lift ride that goes over the top.
D.H: They're stripey!
D.H: Don't tell; more flowers. Yawn.
Tom: No! Smarty pants; the catalpa trees are blooming...aren't they pretty?

D.H: Yawn. Need more monkeys!

D.H: Ha, ha! Funny little flower head!

Tom: Be nice.
Tom: The Australian exhibit has a bat house and an aquarium...
...more jellyfish...
...and someone's kid sat in the pansies!
D.H: Sheesh! Flowers.
Tom: Wrong again; more blooms...I'm thinking these are horse chestnut...anybody know for sure?
D.H: What the...this thing is blue!

Tom: A peacock; every zoo has these; we even have a white peacock...he's a sight!

D.H: Now can we go to the arcade?

Tom: How 'bout i buy you a Blizzard and a rubber snake?

D.H: Yea; I love the Zoo!

Hungering

Pleasant ignominies careen
otherworldly
My fingers prying, gorged
On cake plastered
With licentious overtones
A twitching eye peeking
From out iced eyebrows
Sugar softened stained teeth
Stupidly crooked grimace
Glutinate and grab at
Wedges and multicolored crumbs
Saturated obscenely brimming over in
Waves of pink and blue
Crunchy, smooth and bendy
A fancy lickable delight
Washed out and lacquered up
Handily bouncing wildly
To stir the froth
To stir the froth--
Digest that.

Theme Thursday : Swing !

Swing, swing, swing….
Agh,
Nausea, nauseas, dizzy, spinning…
Jump from the swing, land, roll,
Lay spread eagled
Like a defrocked Eskimo
In the throes of a snow angel.

photo: Briantmurphy on flickr

Tom & Dinosaur Hand....again?

Another Great Movie Review by Tom & Dinosaur Hand.


This week, UP . Dinosaur Hand : What? You go first.
Tom : Hi everyone, I’m Tom, this is Dinosaur Hand, and this week we went out to see the new Pixar movie, Up.
D.H : Yea, yea…this is a CARTOON. Give me a break. It’s a cartoon, Tom. Grow up!
Tom : I know that. But cartoons have come a long way, this isn’t Bugs Bunny…this Pixar movie is really well done and very funny and I just can’t believe the animation. Wow!
D.H : First off, it’s about an old man. Yawn. And a bunch of dogs. Yawn. And a stupid kid. Double yawn.
Tom : Sure, the main character was an old man…it chronicled his life from a young boy to this surly old guy…
D.H : Yawn. Did I mention the yawns?
Tom : And the young kid , adventure scout , was a little stupid, but he had a lot of heart! He was the movies conscience…the reason why the old man came around at the end.
D.H : wake me when you’re done. Isn’t there a Clint Eastwood marathon on today?
Tom : No, well maybe.
D.H : I did seriously enjoy the part where the kid died a horrible death.
Tom :What!? That never happened!
D.H : Really, I must have closed my eyes just before he didn’t die a horrible death …or maybe I dreamed it.
Tom :Dinosaur Hand, you really are an old grump.
D.H : Whatever…shut up and throw me the clicker.

Radi-Ants

From afar, crevice shunning
Radi-ants came &
Squeezed Concoction
,

A gooey banal malaise,
Best when oozed upon the dawn,
To form tilted sinkholes

that summon anything clumsy
Or round
To teeter and plummet

Over the shifting verge
Into a
Tenderizing cauldron

--
A brew stirred by
hyperbolic phalanxes.
This demon brew culled from

Eager parched bones
Mixed and aged
Siphoned and fed to

Fat grubs

--
Fat grubs that roll and
Sop up the brew

,
Grow and morph seamlessly
Into
Silent flutter/flumoxes

,
Gorging wingers who once
On far worlds
Dove and shat on

Pearl encrusted monoliths,
Massive carapaces heaved
Tilting

From broken crusts,
Engorged hives

--
Diamond hives layered,
Vomited against gravity to space

.
Brimming from pock holes
With ebony legged crustaceans
Busy at getting busy

Colonizing skyscrapers
From below, spreading tunneling
Like rhizomes

--
Shoots crisscrossing and bursting
Upward to shine,
Facets sharp to the sun

.
Yet again these grow, these
Perches to the flutter/flumoxes,
Depositories hardened against
The Elements

--
The pole-shifting
Atmosphere sucking

Cataclysmic Radi-ants;
Migrants off a dying star
Come to engineer a

Third planet
Conducive to Radi-ant purposes.
The lunar adulating star crawlers

,
Bulbous of body, pocked & shining
Their crescent faces,
Tilted nightly to the moon.

Thursday ! Again ? Time flies !

(or is it "fritter and waste the hours..." ?)
...have no time ; this was all i could put together ...

He followed the clean thread
Clear to the end
Closing gaps in curlycues
Thus stoking the gleaming
Lines to perpetuity,
Also too tweaking expendables
more the queue, plotting
His spare kickers in snippets
And leaving little to
The imagination.
At the finish he produced
A sharpened barb, the hook
He’d been dangling guardedly
Underfoot the kraken;
Curse the flaking rust
Once steel,
& a thread unraveled--
Here a blue dotted line crosses
Over a checked ampersand
Dispensing of one
Essential synonym
And the critics howl. Every
Total failure is
A retrospective
Genius and the winner
Lifts his leg to the vanquished.