Ian, Micah, Angela, and Me!

Hello my comrads! Ian's brilliant idea for a writing group has turned out some amazing stuff. I propose we post collective and individual poet (since Ian is in Russia and we don't get together enough). I'd like to invite Sam and Jascha as well, but I don't know their emails. Please invite them!

What the UW Branding Iron wrote (black out poetry)

by Micah and Angela

The heart leisurely overlooks not only steaming and savory burritos,
but also extensive hot delectable open lunch service.
Hours for you with a tall rabbi a quick snack in the afternoon while heading to class.

sideburns rabble rousing

by Micah Wyatt, Rose Muller, & Angela Wyatt

He has radical sideburns
the kind that marched
and carried handmade signs
painted with organic brushes
to read "Down w/ Razors"
while the razors carried
a counter protest across the street
Bic, Shick, Gilette--they were all there
swinging their shiny blades to the wind
and the president's wife
politely tells the sideburns
to get fucked. Their follicles
waved in the fetid wind of her breath
And she gathered all the
shiny blades into her open arms
carrying them off to bebale the bush.
Only Shick Quatro and Mach 3
were left behind, watching the
giant first lady with her arms full
of squirming razors, galloping
off with glee, her arms bleeding.
The sideburns with nothing more to protest,
Stand Tall.

written november 14, 2007