svilver

life has a knife
concealed
in her pleasant hand

once you see it flash
you cannot forget it
so easily

there is a treatment
for the pain
of seeing

but the medicine
taken over and over
becomes the poison

as one
we at last succumb
under a fatal dose

brother blab

oil poor stupid peloponnesian

mind shaping fanatics

speaking of fantastics and unshaping truths

like cotton candy is a styrofoam solenoid

ask for a toothpick ashanti shanti

get a wogan forearm spearing!

so gobbledygook down

a squashed frog

like a goodboy doughboy plauboy

a minor prayer, play ball

"it is bad for them to do what it is bad for them to do

so we must stop them from doing it

although they think it is good for them to do it

we know that it is bad for them to do it

so we must stop it

with force if necessary"

take your plasma tv

i raise you an army

watch them on your plasma tv

see them smash your plasma tv

this is the interface

between truth and reality

igneous

emery bored again?
my yawn
spans eternity

I stand in the glass square
a museum piece
my heart a zircon
cut from the centre of the earth's liver

cup a shell to your ear
what do you hear?

that is the sound
of my birth
echoing down the ages

from a foolish far frog hollow
when I emerged
my cry was witness
to the very first star