BP :: PJ72

#This is some bad poetry from a journal that has a pink bandana cover. It starts with a
#newspapaer clipping dated June 2, 1989

A hard rock is
the most sensitive
thing in the known
universe.
Who, I reapeat, who
would challange this
assertion – what would
be their motivation.
Sand defense?
A policitally correct
stance
In the case of
computers, bigger is
better!
Don’t fear the weepers
baby take my hand
and take
me to the water
so I can go down
slow
whereis the
badge.
Hands on hip – pen
s in pocket protecter
The same old same old
who is on first.
“Protesters interrupt
speech”
I see one
“A guard”
“I see two”
maybe 4 (8 – 16- 32)
A chess board full in
minutes.
60,000 kurds dead
don’t say in my name.
I did my best
thats good enough.
Yeah- right
rewind
unwind

I repeat
A guard

The final chains of our
fear will never be
broken because no one
would have any fun!
Profound you bet!
Blind rambling for
storage.
Safe the Stick!
Spoil the Illiad!

Blind Zam Doggrel
manuscipt dreams of
nirvana erotic quest
for the one true
known – a peotic history
to be memorized
legitamized and
past down to the
future americans of
todays Rome

Babylon must fall
so we can build a
new one in which
adult movies are called
what they are and don’t
cost more to rent.

I have never been near
death
Because death has always
been a part of me
We must print like
three year olds to be
read like baby’s
Ahhh the sweet cries
of innocence rising from
Ink sprining from ancient
gesticulation defining
haveing undulations no
comupter calculations