Thursday, May 6, 2010

Last Days of Valentine

We are like the people

waiting at the gates

for an hallucination

that never arrives

barbarians R us

how can anyone

alive on the earth

be considered illegal

or alien in any way

they mock the mothers

of us all who postulate

such villainy and soil themselves

no one owns the atmosphere

the waterfall the earth

yet anyone can blow it all up

so now how does that work

out for you O horizons of hell

which by another oil-spill

out of control we find you

suddenly broadened

as the fortune cookie said.

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