Color
If you took two crayons, alike
in value and still measured them according to productivity and "style."
You would get to start over the endless cycle of capitalist killing
even solve
the problems directed toward agents bodies
in every way but color. Melted,
nothing rises higher than 4 centimeters with the new
heat and toys designed, based on this color process with more decisive
sexual content not available to the automotons.
I think what the guru is saying about
being a crayon, label attached, does not
mistake the groundbreaking
evidence of opposite swirls or bumps...
something I haven't been in a long time.
Light a candle, and maybe you can make
a rough hewn wax snake trying to look
bigger. The cost of a pregnancy term will be surveyed
and found to be completely a part of the new.
Throw some chunks of banana in.
(Specifically 2) of my favorite actions, sex and cooking.
I need both and maybe it will ruin my reputation or rotation
But I so like it, and it's different
from the original colors, bumping off
and filling easily the current system of power.
Like chance, it helps me invent all the things I've
liked. I like writing this way. I
recognize an unincorporated swirl
like Italian poems and red wine. The beauty is that there is no
help for me, even as I contact the images inside.
Throw it in the pot and eventually maybe you
will end up by disturbing the new thing's
rancorous throngs, or stifling the urges in
a way I have written, or painted or coupled.
Subjects I have gotten bored with are dwarfed by the feelings
which can't seem to come out when in
crush traffic, or the suffering day sitting torture cube.
Dreamscapes, artistic styles fused
and being poetically happy
are just some thoughts
to answer an Irishman's question from a long
off debate, influenced not the
least by major officials.
Doesn't synthesis imply a place of convergence
an action of embrace and combine?
by Elana Jane Abernathy