Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.64.0609252313510.23787@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>, Wryting-L <WRYTING-L@listserv.wvu.edu>
Subject: Imperial
Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 23:14:16 -0400 (EDT)
Imperial The U.S. beast all over the world now behead it. The U.S. imperialists rape and slaughter, and now the young men and women of this beloved country, at our head, will march as before, onwards and wounded, their skin on fire, their tongues cut out with prayer. And yes, when I rise into the air my head swells and fills all heavens like a monsoon, like a monstrosity, like a monotreme, so that when I'm running it's crazy, my head presses into my toes! Now it's death of birth and the denouement of soft-spoken life. When I'm running it's crazy, my head presses so high into the sky, monster! monster! imperialist! I will cut my head off, and when I rise into the air my head swells and fills all heavens like a monomaniac, like a monad. All over again it's the Atomic Energy Agency. The President nods his head; someone will cut it off, feel the blade against the neck snapping, sinking the brainless mass back into the spine, he's got a filthy head. Oh, you already know that when I'm running it's crazy, my head presses into my toes, my head presses so hard, they will flay my skin, take my eyes, someone else had better look at this landscape, there's a hole in my head.