Whismy in the Dark
On Laughter, Language and the fatal flight of Bees

ever bloom into flowers of deep thought?
And yet — sometimes, just sometimes —
I want to laugh at the madness,
at how ridiculous the word ridiculous is:
a dick and a louse,
together at last.
If you twist it the right (or wrong) way,
you get: red dick, you louse!
—
Whimsy is a girl who dances in the dark
and still finds gummy sweets,
and joy, and hilarity —
often with someone named Hilary.
Is a Hilary hilarious from birth,
or do they grow into it?
—
Also — what even is “bee cum”?
Curse Google and the ease of knowing:
I searched,
and learned that male honeybees — drones —
ejaculate while mating with the queen.
The act kills them,
but still:
they get to ejaculate inside a queen.
Who else can say that?
Let’s not dwell on the fact that
the force of their semen
rips the endophallus clean from their body.
Death by ripped endophallus.
—
“What did the white Texan bank manager say
to the Black Texan bank manager?”
(you don’t know?)
“We’re both Texan bank managers.
Go sports teams we love.”
—
Semantic satiation.
Say that fast with a gummy in your mouth:
semantic satiation
semenantic sedation
semen sedation
sementic sedition.
—
Meshuggah. Mesh uggah.
What is an uggah, and why is it mesh?
Give me shuggah in my tea, please.
—
Who puts the laughter in men?
—
Alex (see a C? C a C? X marks his spot) Baldwin,
Matthew Broderick,
Vince Neil —
they come to mind.
—
For all in-tent-sieve porpoises,
I could care less.



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