Good poem! I am too to write now:
Be kind to animals. Americans (and all others) Let the critters out them cages In them rows upon rows of unhappiness fields of terror and defeat You go off and ponder And else wise the damn of your iniquity will burn thine eyes out and forehead burns up in frizzled flesh of orange colour and run fast afore i come out my burrow and suck out the soul a thee babies inneth the cot of your blank american dream of nothingness and balderdash of twerpery biting the bubbles of your own farts in the bath tub of anorexia and demented massive bellies and legs liken unto some sort of human whales what sup on the syrup of gene mutated and modified science yep some science huh. Go git a proper job not science based not sucking the marrow out ten the bones hob any rubbery lipped babbling majoritas buboes of silicone on lips of mercury winged like Apollo’s nephew tight like this like my cuzin’s got a job in the media like my mommy’s a beached behemoth slinky family got silvery skin due to eczema problem causing by topical cream meant to cure it coz of washing powder problem unilever an all dat shit shit is coloured like silver paper dog strained peach pit saliva sidewalk skid row bowery bum stumbled around down town lots like alan said in fear and forgot the twite which perched on a leaf sang like the lark paddled home acrosst them fields Simon On 29 Apr 2014, at 15:38, Alan Sondheim <[email protected]> wrote: > > > raccoon and wasteland > > http://www.alansondheim.org/wasteland06.jpg > http://www.alansondheim.org/wasteland10.jpg > http://www.alansondheim.org/wasteland12.jpg > http://www.alansondheim.org/wasteland22.jpg > > the raccoon cowered about three feet from me. > i couldn't believe the fear in his eyes. > he strangled my soul he crushed me. > he had nowhere to go i back down he fled. > he ran towards the water ramp back and forth. > he feared i would do him damage slowly i fled. > > we crossed the street to the wasteland of providence. > rubble is everywhere almost intentional we stumbled. > we hiked through piles of trashed streets and nothing. > there are thirty-eight acres of parking lots downtown. > the wasteland is greater and growing it devours us. > the wasteland proclaims me i cower before it. > i am crushed by the wasteland it does damage to me. > we hiked the city harrowed by concrete and flesh. > > providence i see myself everywhere i am thwarted. > a dark funnel opens up beneath the ground. > raccoon and i are swallowed by the grim masterpiece. > give thanks to the world for its blessings. > > _______________________________________________ > NetBehaviour mailing list > [email protected] > http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour _______________________________________________ NetBehaviour mailing list [email protected] http://www.netbehaviour.org/mailman/listinfo/netbehaviour
