one thirty-two and Bush, i've got him at gunpoint: August 2009

pity this busy monster, manunkind

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go

one thirty-two and Bush, i've got him at gunpoint

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Million Dollar Idea 1

pity this busy monster, manunkind

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