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I want to die

a terrible death

in front of a

live studio


trembling with

delight to

think that

fortune will favor

their vicarious dreams

of life worthy of

a silver screen;

as long as they

catch drops of

my blood

on the tip

of their camera's


(The sign will be lit-

their hands will obey.)

They will run

to their neighbor's



with the


of their



inspiring envy

on the T.V.

The lucky ones

who saw

the last rites

read by



as a chorus

of glorious


dance with



by applause,

they will


the satin legs

of their




  1. Lady monkey-spunk,

    You know what's so funny about you?
    What makes you truly beautiful?

    what makes you shine is your ability to sea,
    not your ability to watch yourself being Seen.

    I wonder. . . if you know what you are,

    what Thing.

    I don't delight in teasing you,
    you cannot help what you are,
    But you can become more of You-

    ,more of yourself.

    If all of this means so much to you,
    and you never break your silent promise;
    This is the only way We both can get what We want.



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