Because it's the way the fire catches the green herb and that almost pumping red flame mixes colors as we started with yellow pain until we interbred all the paints until we got that ashy black tone.

Dear Poets,
We are a wondering bunch of know it-
All's.
We breathe words and phrases
From our upright noses.
No one composes
A song that shows us
Or proposes
That we change the things we've chosen!
We love they way we live,
And we love the blood that pours from our fingertips
On to white paper.

What a hypocritical bunch are we,
Writing about death and life
As if we knew the answers to everything.

oh yeah... and i just spotted a crow pecking a pigeon's ***** with a pecker the size of an elephant's trunk... give it a 100,000 years and you'll see a new species... like that saying: when pigs grow wings.*

because the current theory of darwinism teaches
us we interbred with lesser species
and justifies ******* -
the dualism is horrid, i prefer parallelism -
parallelism and our own individual lives,
rather than mediating two extremes...
and indeed i prefer to think we were uniquely
classified from the start... but i guess there's
a fetish going around the joke about the welsh,
sheep and cliffs... i want to ask you:
when did **** insapiens emerge, or rather,
when did he actually manage to integrate
into our species with such subtleness
that we actually proclaimed some men mad
when they weren't, and assured ourselves
that some mad men were actually sane?
how to decipher this conundrum?
he did so... bringing us h.i.v. and other presents...
and indeed his identity will never be known;
indeed, who is this unhygienic brat?

Like time flowing nowhere
I find the rejection of life's constant,
Turmoil
Drifting through

Like broken chalices
Each dancing like brilliant oceans,

Interbred and intwined with fire
Desires to breathe outwardly

Like dead birds drinking tea
Together

Evil begone
Forever
The love inside my mind

I love my disjointed blackness
Torn from roots
Manipulated stereotyped
Proud like Africans in Africa
Interbred pillage *****
Beauty on a white template
Scared and overwhelmed
Charging through founders of genocide
The struggle is feeling
Dope cool radical
Normalized heroism

I think they've all been interbred,
the living dead
fed on the drippings from
a million pork scratchings
turned into swine.
I think about it all the time.

The gene pool they've never dipped in,
never stripped off on a whim
for a swim,
how can we trust them,
they are brothers to more men
than we can imagine.

I can imagine a lot but
not that.

I asked you to be gentle,
not negating the love. The mythological
legend will start wiping the tears.

You stand without a sword.
The white goddess made for me, though
with pink bones, silvery eyes.

A long tweezer was
interbred with gods. Invaders come
for a savage rivalry on the planet.

through most of the   mid-to-                             late twentieth century
it was a popular past time
   & lucrative multi tiered           & variously                           niched                  industry to      present for viewing attractive
female bodies in  various modes of undress
& repose:    models & ****** joining           for the sake of amusement,
                                advertising & direct ******
contact: [over time these value statements are subverted by intellectual discussion involving situationist
            semiotics & structuralist
             deconstruction negating
         that view which is not of a            personal choice of the seen:
two views:   Jennifer Lawrence -      Hollywood A-Lister,
                     [skanks, happy girls];        Emma Sulkowitz,      
                     Freudian fraud, best new artist on the scene;
     Middle aged white men use guns
     to express their inner feelings:
                   'portrait of my brains -
                    late 20th - early 21st c.'
   The dead are the audience:
    the audience is dead in Putin's America;
    the absent artist is a naked woman poet:
    taking a shower w/ her favorite gay ****** -
    he's not gay w/ her although she's a lesbian...

to observe louche women through windows
is a past time old as windows old as women
observing old women at the bath is a past time
long past as young women become old
& mothers become mothers again -  men seize
old women & to their surprise make young women!
old women become mothers to young women
who become mothers to more young women & boys
to keep making women & girls who all become old
women & mothers of young women,            &c.
what do u see, Dr. Rorschach?  snooch - says the mad
OB/GYN - it's all ONE snooch constantly
turning inside out & back again;
she is simply her mother going in reverse through
Time & entering the womb to return on the other side,
at which point her mother returns from her snooch
             &  grows up as her daughter, mother to the
                 [grand] mother;  the snooch from which
                 proceeded all other snooches
                (there are              many such Ur-snooches:
but no final snooch, no sign of evolution:
microperv: Dr. R. Rorschach creates
nanodildos to arouse mice to discover
whether microorganisms   experience ******,
                 how small a portion of living tissue
            is necessary for the feeling of pleasure:
           the              mice coming in their cages;
      squeaking madly  & rubbing their tails like
      fat              ***** rolling themselves        into furry
little *****
their white hair on end,   licking their furry little *****;
                         & gang-****** their mothers;
this seems perfectly                   natural when
spraying a mist of     psychedelic aphrodisiac
into the air scented          like food & pheromones
                   placing
microscopic traces of            ******* in the mice's
water           until they declare themselves
zealous Dionysians & one graying Mouse
rises above the others; snow  white female
mice worshiping the Wisdom
of the God-King-Philosopher
foretold by generations of fathers & lovers,
       foretold of by the great, great Mothers;
  before there were steel cages;
                     & the grey mouse
demands Freedom for all Mice;
the black male mice reacting
                    badly to this fat balding,
            old mouse, calling him a 'rat'
            so like their own barely remembered ancestors
              who  descended from the        wharf mice that interbred
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