Interlude 2

Pop them

Take them

Eat them

Sell them

Hate them.

You cannot give me them

I have the right to a life

I have the right to feel to laugh to cry

Thinking

Talking

Dialogue

Diatribe

Sweetalk

Conman

Helping is not

A pill being popped.

Interlude 1

Strips of paper

Shards of glass

Notes floating from the speaker,

Gaga Roma-la, Gaga Oh Lala

Glue, acrylic paint. Emotions ablaze

Confess yourself, not here, on the dancefloor.

Drop of Blood.

Haiku, my ass.

Fiber of wood, soul from my vein into the paper

Its alive! Frankeinstein says.

Thump my ear and clap my heart

Turn the radio off.

Can anybody see the light?

The darkness is the tide falling

Gagaboys and Gagagirls

Blessed are those who suffer

Cockroaches will inherit the earth.

We fall into light, razorblades like the night

Falling away like the strips of the pain

Cut up Bibles mixed with the holy Q-

Pandas are sweet

The holy texts of the Bhagavad Gita

Die in the name of

We want more oil and more trees.

The paper soaks it up, the glue is no more

Harder then that which it holds

LoL

Will this lattice confuse?

Archaeologist finds a panda!

Prehistoric--

Posthistoric--

G sharp ad infinitum

Awakening 20

Carved tree trunk, names

Yellow bird flees into bush

( ) Sound of Boat floating