Sunday, April 24, 2011

Repurchaser

As the world grows smaller
so do the battle fields
separated by borders
owned with pride
by banks
fences on the rivers
links in the deliveries
astrological simplicities
little people feeling taller.

Power over audio
singing in the mindless lobotomy
the punishment that comes from living
outside of the clicks and the cities.

The plots of land carved up
the turkey jumping to its last breath
and the endangered eagle
suffering from male pattern baldness:
The Thunderbird is coming...

hear the engine humming
purring like pussy coming
from viewing my monster fallacy
and my wild tongue rubbing
out the flesh from this corpse...

but imaginary this bird does fly
and it certainly ain't no phoenix.

Civil lies theory of mind rise
cease power once and for all.

Repurchaser.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Is there anything sweeter than this hour?
for I am with you, and you lift up my heart –
for is there not embracing and fondling when you visit me and we give ourselves up to delights?
If you wish to caress my thigh,
then I will offer you my breast also -- it won't thrust you away!
Would you leave because you are hungry?
are you such a man of your belly?
Would you leave because you need something to wear?
I have a chestful of fine linen!
Would you leave because you wish something to drink?
Here, take my breasts! They are full to overflowing, and all for you!
Glorious is the day of our embracings;
I treasure it a hundred thousand millions!

Your love has gone all through my body
like honey in water,
as a drug is mixed into spices,
as water is mingled with wine.
For the heavens are sending us

Happy Birthday ;-) Almost ...

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