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Some have heard of “fuzzy logic”,
that “powerful problem-solving methodology (blah, blah, blah) …”
(no, not just what Shanequa or Erica uses on me,
though they do make me go huh)?)),
and I just saw a set of fuzzy dice driving down 101 Friday night
on the rear view mirror
in a vintage canary yellow 1940’s Chevy Coupe with NH plates
all buffed and polished for the tourists

But what about the everyday villains, the subtle stalkers,
The fuzzy swear, curse, cuss
Foul language in spun candy
Words to spit with less spin, less bite
A bit of fancy

“Fudge Ripple Ice Cream”, “Oh Milk Bones!”
“Prune Whip” (ooooh that is a good juicy one)
Where harsher terms of art
May struggle, balk, jostle
to roll off the tongue
Clipped by place, norms, conscience
And others squirt out
to smirk, chuckle, cringe, and fluster…
Fuzzy, cuddly words
Where others would play

August 30, 2005 11:12

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