2013/04/20

powers are marching hitherward it is known before where they arrive they move belike some things I know not what/whatever



    
OK, here's what I would have said yesterday: it vaguely concerns me if I think about it which I don't until days like this past week that I could be killed in a terrorist attack - I live near DC, I work in DC at a place my employers proudly assure me is a high-risk target - but what terrifies me is the State in police action urged to more militarism by its corrupt and bankrupt media and cheered on by its vicariously game-playing American citizenry horny for patriotic snuff. Never lose sight of how many people in their heart of hearts enjoyed the fuck out if this, and never lose sight of what the State just learned about the current stage of snuff allotment and how much more it can increase the dose.











OPERATIVE SPRING

Eric Linsker

near/gaseous twigs lacking fluency in the chunks of branch pipe
rot centered shade, and the shade of the thrush
          stained by the suthering wind, loosens from the
other, bit-green/brown flap of sound, redstart, touring on its side, a grass/attempt
     sticking
with snow seen by, it brushing/delineating yellow ashes of human dropped
forsythia like thrush, who handles the world when it looks away, the
powers are marching hitherward it is known before
          where they arrive they move
belike some things I know not what/whatever, cannot hear them, cannot hear
thrush now, I think we should slaughter them