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swings like child laughings oblivious to fine points touched upon the world and we waste the words oblivious to spear fine in spoiled child touched form as touched childlike forms break like breeding thoughts to bear down upon planet in the spitting rites of insistent thoughts of beasts who coddle these eggs kinking genetics of god spilled minister goods for mutant fruit pews and childish masters hidden by glass of sound proof and cats craving still times for dog life times thread for doggish threads of time and doglike fishes fam lies stringing bead purses of skate key thinking pavement infinite sinking past rivers build us a new mountain home upon the sea grass mown down like prayer attempting to reach god mass and cast a myrrh smoke upon waters pure in mounting old winnowing death tolls counting down rung upon command a captain of industry imagination bolstered by those drugs beyond emasculation and human caring take me now heaven thrust of godless vision passed by referendum prostitution reign over thinking fool fever ever over thought take spit upon roads the apple of farmer eye roll all the way down ever planting this hell of lost reality till the end of field plant me now heaven as all were planted down here where the vultures reign plan me now in hell where life can never evolve in these market stalls shrinking in substance sputtering like commercial irradiation shutting windows and passing law upon green until it grows down and mowers are used in the burning mock battles of this greatest game that of the moment and the using up of time that change tick tock hearts with plastic baubles mined from this shaft of our worlds back filled with fire air board us now rockets to carry us off the rock we stand before boards painted with caring bright in their understanding of how colors lie and no one believes the raving of lunatics stuffed with broken glass or notions of want beyond cathode ray mirrors and liquid crystals but only the night spent before our money comes can hold a dream nowbeware trite raving senryu series the same as it ever was Written January 29th, 2002 © on Feb 02 2002 10:01 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV   10 • 0 • 9