Open Thread

omg bxgirl is SUCH a trouble maker hahahah

*rob*

by Fred Seidel

I don’t believe in anything. I do
Believe in you.
Down here in hell we do don’t.
I can’t think of anything I won’t.

I amputate your feet and I walk.
I excise your tongue and I talk.
You make me fly through the black sky.
I will kill you until I die.

Thank God for you, God.
I do.
My God, it is almost always Christmas Eve this time of year, too.
Then I began to pray.

I don’t believe in anything anyway.
I did what I do. I do believe in you.
Down here in hell they do don’t.
I can’t think of anything we won’t.

How beautiful thy feet with shoes.
Struggling barefoot over dunes of snow forever, more falling, forever, Jews
Imagine mounds of breasts stretching to the horizon.
We send them to their breast, mouthful of orison.

I like the color of the smell. I like the odor of spoiled meat.
I like how gangrene transubstantiates warm firm flesh into rotten sleet.
When the blue blackens and they amputate, I fly.
I am flying a Concorde of modern passengers to gangrene in the sky.

I am flying to Area Code 212
To stab a Concorde into you,
To plunge a Sword into the gangrene.
This is a poem about a sword of kerosene.
This is my 2lst century in hell.
I stab the sword into the smell.
I am the sword of sunrise flying into Area Code 212
To flense the people in the buildings, and the buildings, into dew.

snappy- go see the rc thread. I would never ask for advice on the forum- you get bashed just for asking, people insult you for anything and everything. And they assume anything and everything.

dibs- they probably find you strange and exotic. Of course you own the building 🙂