05 June 2003
I. Learn to swim, or trust their life preserver around your neck…up to you It’s either sing along or
make new music,
get on your knees or
get aroused

I prefer standing to bowing
I like to see my...
12 May 2003
I find minority is a state of mind

when the TV feeds your child always on hate and lies
with a veiw that might only actually epitimize
your own life and times and what for
to buy just one more line 'round before you...

03 May 2003
Eye sockets roll down the red carpets,
Mute zombie pedestrians push traffic stand buttons,
Flags lay flat on the backs of young oafs' t-shirts,
DJs pump up the crowd with yankee doodle dandy whistles,
Fat mayors...
20 April 2003
In the end there will be no humanity.
There will be nothing left.

This is our fate
as we have chosen it.
This is the end
we strive to achieve.
Look at what we have gained and all that we've lost,...
07 April 2003
Tickertape parades streaming with anger and sorrow
The gross and global injustice and always the lies, damn lies…

To write a poem is to indulge myself --
My pain my sorrow? -- it's just not right.

14 March 2003
There is an American flag whipping
in the wind above them

They rarely see it
they are shut in
many cannot walk
others are blind

They spend many hours in bed
alone, un-cared for...


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