if the hand is full
the hand needs more
but if the hand is empty
it has no knowledge of space
understand, that to utilize one's hand
it must be devoted to the task
if it is distracted with material
it can not embrace the intangible
empty the hand

I applaud the glorious slapdashery of their compassion (propaganda). Taking in one hand the heavy iron and wood of the beautiful, all-knowing hammer, and in the other hand, implementing a wonderfully harmonious commutation of those priceless and precious lives.

the digital blood
that thing like god-fear
enjoy it while its warm
flooding the future-year
take apart the wires
treat them like arms
twist and admire
living aloud like alarms

a stabbing motion was implemented
some mass surgery was prescribed
I looked down at everything
organic became mechanic
arms turned into wires
language transformed into code
mammalian life no longer existed
which was fine
everyone was happy
emotions became down-loadable
but very expensive
the poor were too poor to feel
so they became the work force
labor was cheap
no one complained

they held hammers
with a purpose to destroy
to pulverize the others
who stood in their way
nothing was left
when the hammer met the face
there was just this negative space
and around the negative space
was blood
gallons of blood
and pieces of bone
the whole mess
had this rather Picasso
or Pollock inspired outcome
contours were distorted
above splattered life

To them, we are just medicated meat. Transmitters for their eternal commercial broadcast. Conferences and committees assimilate every fiscal mating season to exchange fluids, and then give birth to new enticing modern amusements. We feed their children. We murder their slaves (the "Gooks").

All my favorite things
are in the ground
I put them there
and I put them where
there was no ground --
I buried them in the sky
I inflated them
pushed them up and out
and pushed myself down
way down
I put myself below
and I put myself above
I was in two places --
two pieces in two places --
I just want to be in one piece now

When I walk out in front of traffic
and feel all those thousand radial tires
moving across my body
at an unconscious rate
of miles per hour,
or when I decide
to take that plunge
down from that blurry height
from whichever height I stand
when you're below me
please look on me
and notice where my body
ends and the street begins
notice how it is hard to
differentiate the two --