First they taught me the strangleholds,
then they strangled my dog.
I'm talking about our goodhearted landlords!
I'm the brain in your nose.
You're my favorite electrode.
I wanna be your cocaine.
I wanna be your spasmodium!
I can teach you the strangleholds.
We can strangle our goodhearted landlords!
Monday, October 8, 2012
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Twenty-Teens
Start with salt.
Add saltines.
Nestle in the stove.
Tell us everything you know.
I know wrong from wrong.
I know 2013.
I know all the best chefs are cannibals.
Add saltines.
Nestle in the stove.
Tell us everything you know.
I know wrong from wrong.
I know 2013.
I know all the best chefs are cannibals.
Friday, October 5, 2012
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Insecurity
Are you the ape that ate my Bible?
Are you the cop who gobbed my zoo?
Are you my boobs?
What we really need is more transparency!
What we really need is more incinerators!
What we really need is more transparent incinerators!
Are you my boobs?
How many is too many nightingales?
How many is too many gardens?
Can you see in the dark?
Are you the ape that ate my Bible?
Are you the cop who gobbed my zoo?
Are you the cop who gobbed my zoo?
Are you my boobs?
What we really need is more transparency!
What we really need is more incinerators!
What we really need is more transparent incinerators!
Are you my boobs?
How many is too many nightingales?
How many is too many gardens?
Can you see in the dark?
Are you the ape that ate my Bible?
Are you the cop who gobbed my zoo?
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Old Lakota Man
I was born in Pine Ridge, South Dakota, May 4, 1919.
Before me, they say, ten thousand generations.
I don't want to die in the white man's hospital.
I don't want to die in the white man's paradise,
in these windless rooms, looking out at a dog-tooth skyline.
I don't want to die like rain swallowed into a sewer.
Before me, they say, ten thousand generations.
I don't want to die in the white man's hospital.
I don't want to die in the white man's paradise,
in these windless rooms, looking out at a dog-tooth skyline.
I don't want to die like rain swallowed into a sewer.
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