The first Pit bull exclusive cemetery has opened to the relish of dog owners. Situated in Marne-la-Vallee, in the outskirts of Paris, the owner Raymond Domenech, former coach for French football's national team, has expressed that this cemetery operate on a level of respect owed to its dogs. "Although chains and spikes are at the entrance" he said with his signature seriousness and stitched brows, "we want to let the French know that their dogs belong on this soil just as much as any poodle or golden retriever." The cemetery called "Le Pit Funebre" has tombstones that play a selection of heavy metal music and a menu of digital pictures inlaid in the stone. It has been flooded with demands from impatient and sometimes furious owners from as far as Belgium who are barking for their share of the pit.

Leaf blowers

I blow day in day out

Swinging my hose like an elephant

Of 42 years

If those in the cool gym pay little eye to my shuffle

Tis my rumbling load of 50lbs –a delicate tortilla chip under the bar to bench

 Still reassured am I for aerobic damsels and gents appreciate a cleared brick walkway

All year round.

But some I've heard complain

When my roaring engine climbs to the 34th floor penthouse 

as easy as a soaring bird

And once not hearing

I blew into a fellow leaf blowing colleague

A spiraling leaf stuck onto my sticky chin

And my aftershave osmosed into it.

My blower and I are close –even my kidneys have adapted to the vibrations

I have taken it with me to restaurants

And museums

(at the MOMA I blew beside Rembrandts and Monets, the depiction of fertile soiled

Foregrounds stimulated me to the point that my hose knocked over a lady)

I have blown the peaks of Mont Blanc and the Everest

As well as the highest dune in the Sahara.

After some time I learned to blow blueberries on my pancake

And my children enjoy how quickly I can cool their hot broth for diner

Or send a bowling ball down the lane

One day I wish is to blow a thread through a needle!

Nevertheless, after all these years of ex-suction (you guessed, my youth was mired

As an office vacuum cleaner)

Tis the 32 acres of my Condo complex

That inspires me to blow, blow hard, and blow best.

Lucky Charms

As I eat me Lucky Charms, 12 howling coppers scream flashing

from slurp to marshmallow chew

my pupils follow from my nesting point

a 16 floor high-rise Miami condo

A helicopter swoops into the search

Evil is somewhere

amongst shopping strips and car washes

I am feeling "magically delicious"

RDA fulfilled and skin creamed plastered

Immune to the Sun

July is cool and chillin

Hanging

It's one week I've been left hanging
what was to be an imminent answer
unlike a soaring eagle or condor,
it's hanging with uncertainty
in limbo
awaiting
that what lies around the corner and cannot yet be seen!

I met a friend who is hanging too
dots in her brain that nobody knows if they were there before
-or not
she's got to hang for chemistry or time to do its job
and wake up everyday with a doubt
that cannot be erased
in the stillness of a waiting room

There is no antidote over prostrate thinking
but to skate over it
if not hurdle
while moving on.

Break

Sorry fans but I'm working on a thesis paper -it's as easy as milking fish!
I hope to be back by September.

A plane full of monkeys

As a plane full of monkeys made for the skies to witness the last printing of
the Italian paper l'Unita, one of their favorite reads,
researchers were asking how such a large number of
primates could board and fly together without being disruptive and mocking
federal aviation guidelines. Anthropologists were aiming theories whether the chimps may develop and endo or exo-cannabalistic tendency on board based on digs from the 11th century where a large mass of bones were found with no vertebra. The premise to be made is that all these little bones were sucked dry for their marrow. A new theory of this has been named "malaxo-cannibalism" that is eating one's own just for the chewy pleasure.

At the same time, in France, Arlette Laguiller, better known as Arlette, was declaring the
rebirth of communism in the face of Total's firing of some 500 employees despite its
14 + billion dollar profit for 2008.
And so to face this economic crises all means or measures are open or closed: Ghandi's glasses
were auctioned off so its owner could benefit of a few years of bowls of peaceful rice.


Yet in such hard times despite there being less and less to do these days the French are spending more and more nights sleepless (on average they are down to 6 hours and 58 minutes (which means in a century they will be sleeping 4 hours and 36 minutes)) . In America sleeping is steady but eating habits has gone from the l4inch sandwich to the one footer, indicating a change in eating trends.
And maybe this will all be fine except that the Russians have replaced the Americans as the first heroin users
-Americans are more drawn to shooting arms these days than horses- and the Russians are shooting for their new status where money is squandered and only dancing and singing still hold the platform.

Solar upturns

Since President Obama's using the web like no other President, and we can now participate virtually in a democracy that builds on responsibility and self-esteem,
I didn't hesitate to send to this carbon-low administration my suggestion to power
the White House with solar energy
-just as long as they put my name to the credit of it


And in his address to the government Obama rightly questioned why is it that Germany out does America in clean energy while we here at home cook up and innovate only to close down our legendary car institutions.

This is a 2009 version of an electrically powered Trabant

And so America can be looked at like a beautiful girl chained to a radiator
Waiting vainly perhaps for a plucked Prometheus to come about and save her!
Her struggling IS a waste of energy and only China who, having bid a non-bid on the famous Emperor Qianlong bronze pig and rabbit heads once formerly owned by Yves Saint Laurent (but also by the French military that plucked them up from a site they burnt down)
is the only country that may rescue our bumbling economy.

Yet economic growth and prosperity lies elsewhere.
For example in Gaza where just following an economic summit a number of countries have pledged over $3 billion. This time the rebuilding of this strategic and special city -to avoid an exodus of words let's just say it's a dense, Palestinian populated place where conflict has no rest-

will be done in such a way that the newly forged houses will incorporate special receptors so that
fighter planes will have an easier time targeting them and surgical operations will become commonplace if not non-surgical. The rebuilding of the sites once bombed, then bombed again only to be rebuilt will be an efficient way to stimulate a depressed housing market and the method may be exported outside of Gaza even in areas of non-conflict.