Friday, February 23, 2007

Cloak and Swagger


I am on a dangerous mission.

Only missions like these require Gatorade and granola.


I have heard it exisits.

Perhaps, atop an exposed granite peak.

Or, beneath thick streets in a forgotten, rotten tunnel.


Or...oh yes, there it is!

The quiet calm I seek has been a passenger to this mission all along,
My square concience beside me.

Monday, February 12, 2007

Cloud Scrubber


The Cloud Scrubber
By David M. McEntire
There once were cars made of ore
Along came a guy named Gore
He yelled, "global warming!"
The Hybids came storming

And the clouds needed cleaning no more?

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Saturday, February 03, 2007

Got Energy?


Ironic? I saw one of these Red Bull vehicles broken down on the I-15 the other day.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

Friday, January 26, 2007

A Viking's Feast


A Viking's Feast is the name of our lunch catering company. We can shuffle a few letters around and get:



Eat a King
Give Fat Snakes
Take a Fat Knife
Save a Seat
Steak is King
A vast knife

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Airplane Repentance

I want to surevey people who have just died.
I would ask, "What were your last words?"
I am curious how many four-letter words I would write down.

I hope my last four to be "amen."

Sunday, November 05, 2006

Kid Koala - Floor Kids Part 2 B-Boy Olive

Dancing...a spontaneous acknowledgement of life's rythmic undercurrnt.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Bad Mold




Bad Mold

I want to thrive in a mist of beads that shine on my back as a happy wooden scratcher.

Eat Kiwi and heave.

A walking dinner table could not distract me from literature.

Pricking to a deep realm that excites unseen liquids.

Oil may rise the leather height of a pocket, only to drive out the fibers.

Seas of crust.

Altitude of wild animals.

Caves of wharfing stars.

David Muir McEntire

August 22, 1996

Buuap


Buuap
Eembaudern
Duermoonth
Eeeh
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Lorras
Tume
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Do they?



David Muir McEntire


10/06/94