Saturday, June 12, 2004

Compressed Air

You take the life of Roy Scheider and...
Like that!
I hear the distant cackling
Oh dear Virgin of Fresno
Sing me to sleep with a song so soft
That a mother's thigh or breast might seem trussed or girded
But dreams and nightmares use the same currency
And it is the latter I spend my savings on
Dear Mother of Scheider: Take what is yours!
Take my goddamned money!

Your actions send shockwaves through the lives of bored people!

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