Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.44.0210122227560.934-100000@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: jim hill
Date: Sat, 12 Oct 2002 22:28:14 -0400 (EDT)
jim hill im climbing barbed wire to heaven - im skating on thin ice for god - im down on the rail and old number seven rolls over with nary a nod - im rolling the cards and tossing the pawn and playing with angels for incense and gold - my arms are tools of the dark devils spawn - my torn bloody hands can hardly take hold - of the wire and ice and fire and spice the trains carrying down on the rail - so careful of angles and star-spangled bangles theyll carry you down without fail from heaven to seven and a nod to a clod - theyll carry you down like a pail running out down the hill with a license to kill - and the bodies are falling and children are bawling - the worlds going out with a wail ==