"I object to being killed in wartime" Jacques Vache
1. seven seals sun themselves at low tide contentedly agitated by the cry of one lone loon 2. Military Industrial Complex be damned no phoenix rises from this Fire Dance hovers maybe a paper bird a thin black ash like Maui snow that sweet gone cane wing a small child's kite cut loose and sucked up toward the sun 3. anything which is inhuman I do not care for Reno is dizzied with gambling Reno is Nero sidewise fiddling with the tactics of men no revolution in letting burn the compound fracture of the everywhere cyclomyopian screen through which all I's are mesmered 4. under the unsealed sun boredom is one thing not necessary to suffer yet the fool, my dancecard is filled with patience, mercy, compassion--- the invisible chorus of all my other selves 5. come, panacea for a day or 2 if we keep up this way inebriated by power we'll be unable to detect when the rapture comes-- hell, either it's a daily rapture or it's nuthin', Baby. 6. Vache whispers through my laparoscopic wounds "Nothing will kill a man for you like being obliged to represent a country." song ricochets from breast bone to pelvis through new secret chambers singing for the gone felosdese 7. fling that organized hairshirt into the night pry your operculum open doomed are those around the ones who believe it is impractical to dream
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