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Ripe World at last.
Read Planted Ideas & Teach Large Pictures.
Make Us Bread

Pre
  serve myyyyy
                      bones.
I've been delayed,
a breath betrayed
by getting paid
and it cuts me to my roots-

So send it all,
         send it all
       so send it all
         send it all
back

Pro
   tect meeeeee
why        ?
         What do I warrant
         less than a torrent
         of ambiguity?

**** it all,
    just **** it all
**** it all, all only time
       picture this

fixtureless and frozen
captive and hope is this
a smolderer
heat below the ice
confused by up and down as sideway is just as respectable

help with thisssssssssssss
this pile of lines scream make me a circle.
and my stack of circles reply with I'd rather be a cloud.

the clouds have coughed
and coated me with coats.
You can't adjust the wind but you can jump off the boat.

It's like wine
made in      the gutter
fermented by the sun,
broke the diatribe's flutter.
I exchanged the anger for a bottle
for my cellar.

You handed me your heart and I held it
felt it, squeezed it through my fingers
staring lingers, that's the ringer
it kept time once, pendulum swinging
in metric, you were electric
ten ticks for every tock
it was a shock to see you waste away
tumbling like a lock, in decay
gave it up on Christmas Day
filled my stockings with trinkets
then meshed with the machines
that beeped and kept your time
ten ticks for every tock
I sat beside your bed,
ate vanilla bean ice cream and
stared at the sea foam green ceiling
and counted the time between beeps
ten, ten, then eleven, slowing down
it wasn't in my head, the nurses
said it was routine, a regression to the mean
but it was your heart that was routine
keeping time safe
but then your eyes were empty
and I could see interplanetary space
in between the accordion regulating
your breathing's pace
then the beeping ceased
and where once I was with a man in a bed
in a room with machines and statues of saints
peering down with stoic grace,
I was then alone.

The invalids,
misanthropes-

Spell-check your ego at the dooooooooooooor
And though I fancy that fancy liqueur
I'm of sound mind and jaded-
Gore doesn't bother me and my eyes are all faded-
I'm a child of the devil
So let me level with you-
I don't know what I abhor more,
All this violence in the world, or the lack of haberdashery stores
So I'm of reasonable theory,
And awfully good at this-
So let me circumvent this infinite abyss-
Yeah, I'm *******-
Send me your tired, your weary,
your weird and your eerie,
and I'll eat them with a spoonful of peacock ore-

So I'm better at this than you are-
And I'm from France-
That probably makes you leery,
But my pants are clean and I'm the God of War-
Inadequate!
Mundane!
The pedestrian,

Heretofore-

I crush you, I'm a crusher-
A garbage compacter pall bearer usher-
I'm of appropriate quality-
I spit at inequality with a certain measure of frivolity-

I'm the benefactor of a luster-
So let me rush you into a hasty decision-
"I don't know about that," I hear you utter,
"Stuff it, yo!" I tell you, this is intermission, not the gutter-
So I'm a trap-

As comforting as a spinal tap-
Happy as a lark but fashionable as a jester's cap-
and with a wire cutter mouth-
With which I eat things with a forkful of infidelities-
Though I find the rings hard to chew-

All it took was a suit in DC with a word,
on the back of a lie that everyone heard.
We were sold on the threat of mass destruction,
a war just to fuel our massive consumption.
"We're giving these people democracy no less"
but when we stand up and raise our voice in protest,
for our brothers and sisters that die over there,
it gets spun in our face to make out we dont care.

Whilst Wall Street and senators sit home and get rich,
my brother was killed by a bomb in a ditch.
Why do we let those with nothing to lose,
be the ones who decide, be the ones who choose,
what happens to children other than their own,
who go off to fight but dont always come home?
The world is in chaos and everyone's right,
but can't even agree on the cause of the fight.

So we sit here at home by the phone and TV,
just waiting to hear and just waiting to see,
a glimpse of our loved ones so far far away,
or their voice telling us they survived one more day.
Fear not my brothers who leave home shores,
to fly round the world and fight in their wars,
you are as much in our thoughts as you always have been,
long before yellow ribbons and magnets were seen.

One day you'll be home and back in our lives,
our brothers and sisters and husbands and wives.
But sadly not all will come home alive,
in caskets with flags on dead heroes arrive.
And I pray for justice for those that we've lost,
that someone will answer for this terrible cost,
that one day war will be a thing of the past.
Let the world live in peace, and a peace that will last.