somewhere there are movies about some war

Weeping willows will, rest reluctant-lee. ream rectum ream. & charmers charr.
Each thought a dagger, each breath sink. They had
a dream that everywhere is the enemy. That
we are who we are. To be civil entails a praxis; some mildly spicy death upon
the barbaric. Wave wave, the gloating flag. Free free,
all nations. United we stand, our progeny to march
march towards the dusty end. Peace demands a sacrifice of principle;
Peace, that hungry whore. As trains prattle on, poets make their money
today, just like the rest of us. Us. us. Go tell it to the neighbors,
that in dreams we are struggling and this struggle is a glorious,
sublime cake. Emeril! the show must go on. In dreams there
are television screens, conversations, and blood. Theories that chorus
to symphonies of slaughter. You, old man in your tie; wearer of thick-rimmed professor
spectacles, wearer of that dashing beard! We want to hear you
sing. Sing of economic boom, sing into the microphone like it affects
all of us; that the city streets will be paved in middle eastern bling. Everywhere
is the enemy. Orange is the next best color. Wear it like the fashionistas,
wear it like the self tanning self medicating self preserving God fearing
God loving gods we are.

©hRj 2007