fifty words for war  

[there must be]

50 words for snow…!

And only one for love.

Oh well, how can anyone force them selves to love these neo-american grrrls?

With their –innoculated—

Sense of entitlement.

easy as pie. Cold as ice.

In the mod-waste wonder-lust of story.

Media content

Formats not considered

They’re all stories.

Things we did fresh

Have always done and will do.

In our ecstasy of songbirds chirping at the dawn

High school cronies

Eaves-dropping stories.

Jackals lookin' for werk.

What my sister did stories.

In the boat.

The villages we killed stories.

We’re not allowed to TELL stories, 
of hell stories.

Fat thigh stories
getting too high stories

Ring yer bell stories

Playing records

Making records

Breaking records

Living dying…

Killing.

Killing by gas by cluster by metal by heat by futures

Detracted, distracted

Exploited, Polluted

Wanna hear a story?

About us?

About now?

About how? We are now?

Can you let me tell you a story?

Wait!  Don’t go.

Let me wash that invisible 
blood off your hands.

Because youdon’tknow stories…

Because you listen—sometimes—

but you don’t FEEL stories.
   you do not feel

when you gonna pay

   for that story?

You told.  From your oblivion. 
Yours.

It’s still your story/you get

To decide…

But you’re too busy

Fuckin’ yer brains out…
in the back of the taxi.

So we gotta

OCCUPY!
Your brain...