#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989
Coalitions
Will all fall to
the icepick
fearing that they
will unify thus
isolating a few
who I will crush
with said ice pick
Democracy is the problem
milk is an accpetion
cream usually sinks
just as freezing liquids
generally condense
consolidate
But the ice in
my glass tells me
you are wrong
you who I don’t
know must stand aside
I joined nothing and
will crush nothing save
the fear of not joining
for the icepick brings
liberation and Tyro
new it and
Pound knew it and
It shall be known
for the notes have
fallen flat – which
really means sharp
so step aside
run and hide
the picking is through
and the choosen few
know who the y are
and who they aren’t

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