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Hey mad, I'm really dad
So rad I'm datachew.
Just numb or numbered
Aspoonafood
Unremembered
Yer boon of fools
Harpy holydaze
Lest Sedition be a manjob
Ginni robodialed Arizona
Wishing for trumperbonna
Sedition slut dudes, gaetz
Graham cawthorne and Cruz
Jordan McCarthy McConnell and all GOP ....eat. my.
Lost climate of thought.
Se PDX
7-15-22
Reconnoiter yer sole phil, gumshoe fascist, waffle face sweatboss
It's the last lap for humanity dance
Grinding the middle class into shoegoo
To fix the billionaire fix it's alltrix no kids
Them were made forbidden, heavy metal in their soup
2Mr Knight, you benzene
Bin zine
Beensawed and people for Portland yer pet project....get a scoop pooper for yer looper
7-8-22
Pdx
Fireworks celebrate the fourth of july sky over the gulf of Persia
And you’re in italy sleeping off a siesta,
The planes passengers crossing the channel to their homes
Smelling of Lebanese meats and spices, the sound of silly
Children happy to see daddy, spouse’s complaint of the local
Vicious dog that terrorizes the innocent meter reader doing daily duties
I’m pitching horseshoes in Oklahoma, taking aim
And firing with my lower lip silently chewed in contemplation
Pitching my shoe and hoping for a ringer the macho
Burst of fireworks resounds in my mind
And all I felt was disgust, and all I felt was this remorseful code
Dashdashdash dotdotdot dashdashdashing thru all the
Miles and differing wartime zones, and all I felt
From this celebration of isolation was nausea
My mind churning with the bloated floating dead
O spangled banner of america who’d guess you’re not an island
Though surrounded by mental waters you only
Lower your drawbridge to send out armed salesmen, what
Carrion you produce along the skyways of commerce!
What blisters swelling on the triggerfingers of ignorance,
What vain nationalism with your civil plights
And comdom-nation of others! And what say I of myself?
I’m america too, an isolatoe, but I think that think my nation
Hates thinking, knockout those with something to give
Wrap nature in disposable diapers and talcum the
Consciences by proclaiming I am
Not me! Swear it doesn’t hurt though the drought burns
Our pink skins like sonic insults! Independence day
Fade away like a pipe bomb, like a tummy ache, like
A cramp in the side, and shatter our illusory caskets!
Midland Review, Oklahoma State Univ., 1989
"Iran Air Flight 655 was a scheduled passenger flight from Tehran to Dubai via Bandar Abbas, that was shot down on 3 July 1988 by an SM-2MR surface-to-air missile fired from USS Vincennes, a guided missile cruiser of the United States Navy. The aircraft, an Airbus A300, was destroyed and all 290 people on board, including 66 children, were killed"