transdada

poetics, time, body disruption and marginally queer solutions

Thursday, November 27, 2003

threw in the manner mostly to retrieve

sure fear . . .
guns?
always . . .
dogs,?
without a doubt . . .
god?
which one?
part being, part trapped?
which part?
you remember cold as hell?
scissors sounds everywhere................
later, large drops, deposit accounts. and monetary reserves.
a pin drops, a camels disappears
a real red nose if you know what I mean?
guns, dogs, god?
flowers, slaves, screaming and yelling all the time.
on and on about this and that?
mostly, blow me down.
enough to kill giant gnats?
maybe, but mostly loyalty certificates, and license beavers.
time shares?
a piece for a price.
it could have been paradise.
but it was mostly bored bombers of the bureaucracies . . .
with baby bombs, smart bombs, and big daddy stereo types
a stick and a rattle
guns, guts and god
rainbows, low income housing and heart shaped phraseology
never thaw, always preheat or microwave?
no, Im talking refrigerator and demeter...
leisure and a dull waxing finish....
hot crossbuns, bangers and blue ribbon
guns, guts and god
rrrrright.

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