5. my thoughts have centered on a five year old going through times tables skipping every five digits because she's convincing me its music, its the basis its the beat like the ripples in that green planet under your feet, you feel it? getting a face lift she's concerned with her hand completly open with its appendages telling the Truth the earth getting the artics tucked between sweden and north canada completly screwing up Queen Elizabeth's Way and taking just a little more sun from arian children the man that grew from under my carpet is pointing pages at the world they are littered with fingertip sweat and i don't have the heart to kindly lower his furious aim anyway he took me for twenty washingtons at pantana bob's tonight serves him well when the midlifecrisis(ed) globe whips his chin a little more south we take our beatings we show off scars humans are gorgeously scarred it knocks up poetry but the dark skinned chaps take shells to the head completly killing their chances to brag hiding the expelled warheads under their head wraps fifteen.. twenty... man! she learns quick these days media tables doing the math push of a button saddest four words "push. of. a button." once again i am fearful of the iron curtain little girl don't take ethnic cleansing from strangers everything is a countdown these days buisnessmen are travellin back in time to put bleach in their water reserves and really i'm too (Y)oung 2 (K)ill really i'm not ready i've got ten diplomas on call waiting i'm fixing up houses in the steel city for people too wrinkled to point their fingers in the sky my mates are planning on toasting the nearest drink to the seven horsemen Jesus please make sure I have on the right underclothes Jesus please don't make a mockery of the things I did when I was seventeen my professor told me i was a beautiful American Sir, can I put it on my resume'? Sir can you use her tables for the white side of my soul will You wash the liars from my nightly news can I come back as a child knowing times... times... tables before my time? admittingly i wasn't handing out tracks in the Big Easy but they were calling the leather one's of us faggots sodomites can You induct some even if they mistakingly didn't remember black leather was out in the first scare can You pull the face of my planet out of a grocery-store magazine reality maybe give jennings a vision at six in the evening i once embraced him in high-school at a football game he was broadcasting live he was down in charlotte for some up(lifting) news it was during the time of that green war we watched until five thirty in the am with those gas prices, remember the gas prices? twenty five.. thirty... we pointed our fingers at that sony screen trying to pick the exact spot in bagdad that would be opened was watching for the flaming gates of the other place to open and swallow that other religion upping the sacred tiger petrolium Jesus, we're just doing the math universal language and all 65 sparkling glossy pages one that has a new smell folded a little at the edge sulfer? valdeze? patriot shaped diamonds? priceless ain't it funny in the end? when i can say math didn't matter when i didn't let bygones be what they were missed some important dates in april as the industrialized world took one knee to a five year old girl on the cover who's mother has killed her 75 times over in the tabloids satan was nifty putting up the machines and blinding with a smiling time clock leap year happens however often but not, mind you, dammit on 2000 You know what You're doing. women are pulling up their hair in beehives these days hiding their smaller children in bombshells their bigger prayers in chapels but they have fled the nation ripped the stained glass windows numbed themselves to thimble Holocausts issue 25 v.VIV Time My99 card catalog positioned and pretty sweety, our baby's outgrowing her sunday clothes... doll, come here, climb up: open your hands.

/