Wednesday, October 19, 2005
A Poem this Morning
the cold sun blistered
my warm ocean
and i forgot how to fear
my inclinations gathered
i decided this
cast off what is thrust upon
dance when there
is no moon
laugh with
tears in your mouth
love against
all this world's
hatred
i decided this
my warm ocean
and i forgot how to fear
my inclinations gathered
i decided this
cast off what is thrust upon
dance when there
is no moon
laugh with
tears in your mouth
love against
all this world's
hatred
i decided this
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Vonnegut explained: Seems the Martians have landed in Manhattan and checked into the Waldorf. That's the bad news. "The good news is, they only eat homeless people . . . and they pee gasoline."
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