Thursday, April 01, 2004

this is exquiste if
only a degree
the pure sound
like Incas in the range
but bluer
since the gravelly voice
of endemic demographic
takes a clear nexus
into new rumors
valid for riches
like the great blue
corn and potatoes
of the gods
yet darn easy to rely
on poise of populace
Bush a creep but
what have you
strands taken
guideline streaks across
the daylights
which we regard
as envious
close the door when
needing a perplexity
the fate of nations
sees an alien
longing for troops into
doors of violence
chums among the
what we sing
oh well

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