Monday, October 10, 2011

Conceptions of a Too Fertile Mind

American Beauty in the West Wing

After a painstaking search
Of the house and the grounds,

The knife in question was found
Planted in the heart

Of an immaculate rose bed.

.

gay blade

Deep

In the heart of the heart
Of the country,

Whoever has the balls
To sing

The body electric
Is in for a shock.

.

fodder for the machine

All the way

From the back of the class,
Sent to the front

By an electrifying
Drill instructor—

As in animal prodder.

.

bedtime story

All the world over, rosy-

Cheeked kids like you
Are being put to sleep;

In the abattoir, pale
Insomniac butchers count

Brainless sheep.


NB:  An old one, but perhaps still relevant.





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