R/ckets and S/ntries

the year went into
a tankard saying
this is Vietnam
but that's 'history'
the life of
attributes

you were willing
as was I
in the fuzzy shapes
and incriminations

MR POPULOUS
MS VOTER-OPTION
thru out
and infiltrated
with flames

Captain Instant lands
with load rocket
wit and a new
future shining
in spades
to treat near death
politics and
scout language

language charge
power base
reception basis
crumble field
dignity plop
dopamine scuffle
drug youths
cyber collection

'my' love
in the serious
whirled

when the angels reach West Virginia the simple classifications will be dealt a mortal blow. answers will continue grown for the war abroad. those who are and those who are not can test the facts against the slide that's sure to happen. everyone loves an earthquake, the sampling testimony that drove us to this loss.

angels rear up ugly heads and tell the listening public greater truths, truths as big as balloons or rodeos, balloons so mighty as to clear the air or arrive in Boise, Idaho in the shock of new year or millennium. balloons so rudely perfect and prepared to document the 'fight': our squawk against our own willingness. balloons that frighten the shades of the White House, there, in the sullen distance equated with other days.

listen, angels spy on us, sending guesses to the alien factions who have, up till now, and only more to come...

the Fundamental Orders of Connecticut arrived by parcel. Lord and Ladie looked uppon the news with scant redemption of the fact that these interests control a vast tract of land. howso does the gov't enquire into the good? land shares crie for ownership, and oil bubbles where need focuses. the common people watch for benefit, or at least try to send their best children to the battle zone, to protect the engine that has gone so far. life goes on, a rich complexitie and name of the ghost that dances in the wind. the wind, that is, that takes the land, drives bargain hard. here the tale becomes complex.

where the hell Nixon got the idea vis-a-vis territory and stain.
sailing into Walpole's Marsh while expect reeling.
church considers candidate in trance called tomorrow.
flakes of metallic moonbeams in guitar rhythm pours over alien land.
desert exception brings on the fight of polished science.
the hacking resentment in demographic government spots the team work weak.
once the Nicaragua as your coast stress.
lately the ambush, Pharisee.

loosened reserve deserve to die. mini bus and at this point mostly passengers in the inferno, said yesterday. while two main opponents debt reduction free and prosperous Iraq. will be agreed upon murder trial after prosecution wrapped up weeks of evidence in and around sat listening. to publicly show repeated the experience parthenogenesis. chance of rain till rain likely.

it wouldn't matter to the alien, to know one of their towns is to knows them all--they are so like one another, except where the situation makes some difference. it was a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be encountered before the adverse hosts could meet. 'we want Saddam back.' you will rejoice to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with such evil forebodings.

we want you lighting a match.
we want you delivering key elements.
we want traces thru the desert, each time.
we want to swing with verses lifted from the trees.
we want to restore deliberation.

your duty arrives late, with wet integuments and stern forecasts.
your duty presumes the demand: you saw the pictures.
your duty rose from the vitality of the antagonizing resumption witnessed on your turnpike home.
your duty seemed stranded.

the enemy encouraged this use.
you were a proctor awaiting explanation.
you've seen upheaval as a garnished thing.
the enemy remained in defintion, as if you could enclose the subect so simply.

here is a tremendous topic waiting. the gilding suits your mood.

somebody with
rubber gloves puts
hand in
famous mouth
on television

to personally invite you

to spree

to shot gun in the air

to react to the current

to complete a sentence

to steal open stones

to read the uppermost line

to rest in where it went

to spell interminable and table

to warrant and expect

to document and tell the truth

to then go your way

to fix the heaven and burn the hell

to talk the walk talk the walk talk the walk

go on best while reaching battered accord, closing steep district change by buying in and out, sad as the stem of flowers, sad as greener hills and falling West Virginia start, sad as poem on the floor, the audience reaching audience the burst of fret, in streets of particular, the rap of change fills in dogmatic packages of explanation, and even this war is sullied spat, Saddam Hussein has been detained