on earth, the possibility for life as we know it, and the probability that we should know life differently

20100930 12:07 p.m.

The world's closing in
far and wide in wraith diners
     red with bash,
     hiding behind redwood reeds
atop
     a baroque flowerbed
straddling
     raw chafing rivers bulging,
throbbing
     tense filled canoes.
It is the beginning of the end of it all,
     in the beginning to the beginning of it all,
     and can we stop?

stop> as blackbirds descend from sky>look up>tilt left shoulder thirty degrees>look up, swat blackbirdoff neck's posterior triangle>wipe your neck>blackish maroon>syrup finger to finger stick  > kneel and swat,

<  terribly late for something

. . . i have to . . . like,

. . . i can't . . .

. . . i don't know how to . . .

how to . . .

sincerely, knowingly, want to

experience someone liking me

more than i like them

. . . anyone

jus'eed fo dollahs

g'some food

my'daughters n me

jus'eed fo dollahs

lil foo'fo'daye

hey man!

can you spare some change?

i hear your pocket jingling

SURPLUSING

my guys got that epidemic H

round there and

round there and

round there and

'only ten'ollars'n'seveny cens shote

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\you gotta cleaneedle?

I don't say anything, really, in our 'normal understanding' of 'say' or 'anything.'

I speak to you
not in request
not in demand
but in lieu
but in lieu of.
I speak choice
but under the monolithic sticky banner
one choice looms: 
(inherit)competepurchase
and report to me.
I'll see you on the 15th.
I'll see you on the 30th.
I'll see you on Wednesday.
I'll see you at the new Gap @ The Sphinx.

We need to bomb them.

Their land's

material'n'spiritual

'n'strategic advantage.

In seventy-two hours

operation bloody hymened crescent 

shall rush forth over whosevers banks 

so choose to lie against our jagged tide.

I am my neighbor

I am my sister

I am my mother

I am my fourth boyfriend

 I am my sixth grade 

I am a goddess

I am a slut

I am a liar

I am

I am a cunt

I am a goddess

I am an empath

I create and destroy,

but I am your eyes

It's easier down

. . . it goes down easier

   tobeyouandnotme 

fuck.

you.

'for real',

fuck

you.

im not gonna do that.

im not gonna 

i wont

ever

pick at those apples

under that sky.

i wont ever.

the world seems waning again,

but it's morning - again

see the smiling girl stand
in the city's penumbra.
left arm in a sling,
blood underlined eyes
like linebackers of yore.
three-pointed towards . . .
run to her as she runs to you.