Alien vs. Predator

[Dave Monroe]

Alien vs. Predator
by Michael Robbins
January 12, 2009


Praise this world, Rilke says, the jerk.
We'd stay up all night. Every angel's
berserk. Hell, if you slit monkeys
for a living, you'd pray to me, too.
I'm not so forgiving. I'm rubber, you're glue.

That elk is such a dick. He's a space tree
making a ski and a little foam chiropractor.
I set the controls, I pioneer
the seeding of the ionosphere.
I translate the Bible into velociraptor.

In front of Best Buy, the Tibetans are released,
but where's the whale on stilts that we were promised?
I fight the comets, lick the moon,
pave its lonely streets.
The sandhill cranes make brains look easy.

I go by many names: Buju Banton,
Camel Light, the New York Times.
Point being, rickshaws in Scranton.
I have few legs. I sleep on meat.
I'd eat your bra—point being—in a heartbeat.

http://www.newyorker.com/fiction/poetry/2009/01/12/090112po_poem_robbins

... I should never have gone through a Tom Robbins phase in high
school, but I read everything that Tom Robbins wrote. I think it was
my dad who gave me a copy of Even Cowgirls Get The Blues. And, you
know, it comes with a blurb by Pynchon, and I had read The Crying of
Lot 49, and like most people at that age who'd read the Crying of Lot
49, I liked to pretend I'd read more Pynchon than I had.

http://blogs.villagevoice.com/music/archives/2009/01/interview_alien.php