sioux falls. 1956.

this could be sioux falls, 1956 with seperate bathrooms. fountains.
bus stops. ideals. there are thin dogs meandering in thin streets
littered with the stench of bust gone wrong. there is no money here,
just the lonely visage of knowing that when the dust starts to blow,
there is no shelter aside from the steeled sky that whips it bloody.
but this isn't sioux falls, 1956. this is america the defeated.
america the indefinite. america the indignant. there is no begging.
there is only the remaining crossroads of synapses spent and
discarded. and there is a satisfaction in this hallowed place of boom
of long ago...coal and blue eyes and sandstone exchanges where vets
find refuge from the stress their bones bear. they know that this is
their country. their land. their soul ...and expectations. it grinds
them to see what's become of this weathered moral lanscape of hate and
hype. 'i died for this?' you cant begin to fathom the ache. ' this is
what i sacrifice to?' nausea grips your bowels. 'this is my legacy?' i
would love to tell him, to love him, to comfort him. but i cant. the
only comfort found is the telecasts of prefunction and pomp. knowing
the november may come without us. but there will always be a winter.

untitled

see thru-like that seldom sunday
apparition grammer spell off show
down


and.....out of time

three three alternate endings

she cries everytime she thinks of



bronze. like skin. and ginger bred bread.
indelible happenings in april make rabbit the un-likely


ultimate alternative.



o




h.
charlie.


her legs wrap around, and there's a heavy sigh of relief.




new anchors and pupil. like sharing. as if taught. like...tight.


capital T.

so many times this week.

so weak.


submitted. underground!!!!!!

DANCEDANCEDANCE

dont ever stop

[kwik-sot-ik]

favorite things to do on sundays:

1) stretch & thank anyone who's around for being there.
pass the sugar and smile broadly.

true love waits for now.
it's not an emergency.
blocksmash beauty disco's
that's how it starts

b)

and if i gave it all, if i gave it all, if i gave it all away
all these
liquid, crystal, distlled heart
meets pain
eccentricites might
save us.


that's how it starts...

parched port of calling: pea/green sea

sahara hot water innoculation

measures: grand affectations spoken

possibly

...

not probably

armies of skeleton coasts doomed

linked

balance with the 47 plus the piss

and


shit



for better

health & saftey

first.