Saturday, October 8, 2011

THE FIVE MINUTES HATE

Crosstown has no color.
Crosstown has no Christ.
Crosstown has no future.

No future.
No color.
No Christ.

I dream of E-Town:
A maze in a graveyard.

Emergency Town Volunteers
Swarm city walls.

Crisis and Summit concluded,
A new name, a New Now: Ecstatic!

We honor Our Ten Trillion Dead.
All the Living wear shrouds,
Flowers crowded everywhere.

Oil and plastic teardrops in every vending            machine:
The Ten Thousand Years of Peace!
Fake Face Day! At last!

We Will Never Forget 9/16