

22. Mother NatureTo my beautiful mother- If you are mother of all, why do you hate us men so? You kill us with the seasons, freezing us in the winter and burning our flesh with heat. You sic the monsters on us with sharp teeth in the jungle and small diseased vampires. Even in the air we breath the pestilence pursues us. We were told that you were ours to decimate and scavenge. It was said that men were made to work you like a cheap slave. Perhaps men are the disease and you are expelling us as men expel their vomit. You have disowned your children &nbs22. Mother Nature


21. VacationToday, I spent sixty minutes shirtless lying in the sun.21. Vacation
It was on the west bank of the Upper Iowa River.
Then, I stood in the midst of it and was almost carried off.
My head was sweating from the radiating heat of the day.
My feet were becoming numb from the hard freeze of the river.
My mind sang out to me. We had found paradise together.


God is...God is around the corner watching the stock- brokers with Vaseline and a boner.God is...
God is one of many Gods who only ever wanted
to feel real.
God is on the park bench talking to the
pigeons talking to the puddles no one really
listens.
God is odd notions of life sprawled out in books that become paper-weights to hold the night stands to the floor in motel rooms.
God is a good distraction from our fear of death. &nb
Tardis

the year...i.the year...
the lights flickered
like a jar of
restless fireflies that teased the night and sent it crawling away as if to acknowledge who's boss. its infinite dark waiting behind everything for the chance to drown my frail apartment and the limp chords that protect it.
ii.
look what the cat
dragged under the birch tree
to devour slowly;
a sterling bird who's
feathers rise and fall
at the slow-length of micro- organism life spans
glistening sunlit to the sound-track of wild
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just like yesterday.
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"To hold a pen is to be at war" - Voltaire
"Love with care, then what you will, do." - St. Augustine
Division Bell - You will not unring me.
Je suis Martin Guerre!
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just like yesterday.
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"To hold a pen is to be at war" - Voltaire
"Love with care, then what you will, do." - St. Augustine
Division Bell - You will not unring me.
Je suis Martin Guerre!
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