(Letters to my brothers and others) March 2005 to May 2007. |
| 10-1-05 Has your holy war deflated into holy water? Did the worthless abandon you at your best, while the beguiling worthwhile continue to honor your indifferent indignance with ignorance? Simply hearing too much out of not enough, this new twist on painkilling has put the fun back in listening and brought death to excitement like accidental scars of sanity if a frame of bewildered youth. Decamped from your attacks and broken-down Similac mixed into smack, zoned aural heavy-breathingly your foreplay of wordsex sweet-dreaming love remedies begin to sing from your lips as is to say, "watch your back" or "your next step may be your last" as melodied as a schoolyard rhyme. Un-complex your rhythm; relax your senses. Listen/follow; offer/repast. There is no water in your war anymore, just holes. |