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with her swollen melancholic moon

the sad grey clouds sporadically lit

by exploding stars

and the hum of rice growing

under the furtive haiku breeze

but i miss the night more in conversation it seems

my eyes betray me but my words do more

than convey the elusive and futile nostalgia

for the past

“you never step in the same river twice.”

i heard.

and yet i’ve walked through that one single

japanese night

for over a thousand lifetimes

and I’m in awe

at always the same place

the same time

and in the same footprints.

I see a star — a tiny orangish tear – celestial tracer rounds
And I run
I find nothing
Then another falling star
And I run
I find nothing again
So, this time I just run.

An astronaut sits alone half white with sun and half black with space
There is no noise
He holds a glove a up and grayish dust slowly falls
He looks to the blackest point he can see.
In his ear he hears, “DANGER!! Oxygen Low! DAN—
He overrides the rational and for 18 minutes sits in peace.

For John Dillinger
In hope he is still alive
Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 1986

Thanks for the wild turkey and the Passenger Pigeons, destined to be shit out through wholesome American guts

thanks for a Continent to despoil and poison —

thanks for Indians to provide a modicum of challenge and danger —

thanks for vast herds of bison to kill and skin, leaving the carcass to rot —

thanks for bounties on wolves and coyotes —

thanks for the AMERICAN DREAM to vulgarize and falsify until the bare lies shine through —

thanks for the KKK, for nigger-killing lawmen feeling their notches, for decent church-going women with their mean, pinched, bitter, evil faces —

thanks for “Kill a Queer for Christ” stickers —

thanks for laboratory AIDS —

thanks for Prohibition and the War Against Drugs —

thanks for a country where nobody is allowed to mind his own business —

thanks for a nation of finks — yes, thanks for all the memories… all right, let’s see your arms… you always were a headache and you always were a bore —

thanks for the last and greatest betrayal of the last and greatest of human dreams.

via WFMU’s Beware of the Blog

Going through the motions
Cold, soulless, cliché
I’ve become a robot
Impersonating somebody I’ve never met
With smiles painted over rusted metal resentment
Gears and guts in grinding dissonance

Something is broken
My programming is flawed, fucked up, infested with bugs
The bugs make me hate
Make me ache
Make me wish all this would end
Make me wish I could reboot my brain

But no, I will continue
To mosey around desecrating everything in my path
Spilling out garbage
Worrying women
Frightening the elderly
Washing my circuits in ethanol

There are no answers…
I don’t even know what the fucking question would be

- Rowsdowr