blast furnace fundraiser
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
they poison us
[the government allows this for a cut of the profits]

hijacking your self respect,
duct taping its hands,
slitting its throat

replacing it with apathy

...and by the mouthful,
by the bucket--
it will extinguish entire bloodlines


cherishing
every stomachful
and paying
full
price.

1 Comments:

At 11:17 AM, March 08, 2007, Anonymous Anonymous said...

neal, this is SUCH an amazing poem. i especially love this part:

"and i know
you know
i don't think of you at all,
and i smile when i think
of how much that hurts you."

 

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drunken directions to a meddlesome soiree
pershing to constitution
the sleep jury
ghost mileage
secondhand astronaut
hollow cost survival: three days.
crime begins with god
arrogant white noise
long distance execrator
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