Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Slim Pickens flew over Russia,
armed with blood and aluminum skin,
and speech, and a white-hot hurricane.

Imagine telephone poles bending.
No, you're wrong to poeticize the war.
He flew with the greater good in mind.
No, he was punch drunk on escalation.
No, he believed in something, don't you?
If I built a way to melt away the land,
to liquefy your will to fight into rock,
then it was all necessary.

My name is Lawrence Ferlinghetti and I aprrove this poem.

slim pickens packs a wallop. yahoo...

If's are like dreams and dreams are like if's... intangible but for thought.

nice piece, mnaz... as usual.

wallop!

He rode it all the way!!!!

Slim Pickens what´s that?

Ol' Slim played Maj. "King" Kong in that Dr. Strangelove flick. Was prompted by a news story someone told me about-- apparently just recently a B-52 flew over the U.S. armed with live nukes-- inadvertently. Also I had the tune "Swamp" by Talking Heads looping in my brain that day... We've made it through a few decades now with nuclear bombs. I would hate to think that we're getting sloppy and complacent with them..

It's like a game to them. I've got a Dr. Strangelove poster that shows Slim sitting on the bomb that he rides in the movie.

Slim, knew how to make the most of a bad situation. Your poem is right on.

John