July 9, 2004

• white bears

   

  In a bright room

  Of bright white coats

  We sit in scientific meditation

  Watching the passing

  Of clipboards and the

  Voice of authority telling us

  To think of anything but
  White bears. 

   

  Of course,

  Amidst a penguin bevy of

  Ambitions’ froth and surfing

  Or the drumming of pens ticking,

  And splashes of dinner cooking,
  The fur and colour

  Are all I see

  In the greedy forced
  Forgotten hands
  Of memory.

   

  —
  
  
  
  the colossus (goya)

  
  —
   

  irony

   

  Beans in a makeshift pan

  Are cooked with the blue
  Flame of sternos stolen from

  A wedding banquet. 

   

  The breeze of joy

  Rides stolen from the
  Nodding winged eyes of
  Red jacket seraphim
  Offering a little justice.

   

  The multi-harmony tunes
  Make you charge
  Viscerally at a wall
  Where images prance
  Of a helluva good time.

   

  But you might be

  Surprised to find

  The party’s for you.
  But you’ll crouch to huddle
  With beans and sardines

  As you piss, moan

  And rage.
  
  —
  
  
  
  around the cake (w. thiebaud)
  
  —
  
  re: Sudan
  
  “We want to see dramatic improvements on the ground right now. But despite the promises that have been made, we have yet to see these dramatic improvements. Only actions, not words, can win the race against death in Darfur,” Powell told reporters in Washington on Thursday.
  
  France refuses to acknowledge the bad.  But Human Rights groups and the US combine to think differently.   One case where the “no blood for oil” cry involves a country other than the US. TotalFinaElf has by far the largest holdings.  
  
  —
  
  FRIDAY!
  
  —
  
  Awesome:
  
  
  
  we were shootin’ at a mountain of dirt…

   

   

  Matt11:28

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