jeffrey robin · Jul 28, 2010
the poetess .....#11

and what's left?
after all this death?

magical talking toys
................channeling

spiritual images of tom hanks

while so queerly on the news
thinking blarmy frank politicians are
saving the world

tra la
tra la .......la la

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an if'n in a little while
new images of free men
come into view

will i be able to
see you thru

the mass injustice

called
....................the world?

clinging to our
clanging chains

and our fake and indolent
sense of security

mommy and daddy and
apple pie-in-the-sky

and oil now pure water
and arabs as devils

and you as a pile
oh shit on the street

watching barak obama

being lynched as a negro
all over again

simply  distracting you
and you, so entertained

and so again
becoming enslaved
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soft loveer...
....be still

the
*tra la la la la's *
......................................fade

(eventually)

...........................IF YOU SO WILL

come....i am come!!
and you can come and come and come!
....can come HOME!
and can LOVE!
and cum
breeding NEW CHILDREN
who can live

(if here

....................they come)

 
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