the poems on this page: < there again > < jesus from el salvador > < the field > < today, i'm bringing about world peace > < time to rest > < one blank stone > < there again > i'm there again and i was doing so well you wrote in your letter but it can change fast and today monday going against type was better than sunday when the bodies of the dead were lying around with their notes carefully worded hand lettered they had pinned to themselves not wanting us to misread to mistake them for an accident at least this once let me make something to remember after years of peanut butter sandwiches read one goodbye i didn't want to hurt you but i've failed there too another don't let them know you won't get the insurance another i hope you're satisfied bitter too much i can't read any more but that was yesterday and now it's monday - - - < jesus from el salvador > jesus from el salvador is cleaning buildings and tonight he's in my office vacuuming and emptying the waste baskets and he's making money and paying taxes and because of the federal debt his payroll deduction this friday is just now going to pay for the training of the police that tortured and killed his wife and two children - - - < the field > the dead will never come to greet us so we go to them go to this field filled with the frozen dead as cold in summer as in winter and touch their granite monument and name the few who can be named the granite's cold and i am cold and for now i'm sad but never long enough if it was all of us it would be never long enough - - - < today, i'm bringing about world peace > This morning i was thinking about world peace while masturbating in the shower and all that righteous energy felt so good i hurt myself but it's only a little tear and though it did bleed a lot it was a small price to pay for bringing about world peace. After that i went to the grocery store and got one of those giant bottles of cheap wine and after a few glasses i can feel it happening i'm bringing about world peace. - - - < time to rest > the twilight your song and slow the night starts like the day slow and it is time to rest no need watching anymore the passing day its fingers pick your face away and there is no need to pretend it's better to forget as this night covers the day as the next will cover it and the rhythm of your song in the twilight listening to your song against the bank and the river silver - - - < one blank stone > picking up a stone walking on a road i want to cry and i'm seven and scared of my first day of school tomorrow in the morning the smell of a new lunch box as my mom stuffs it with sandwiches i'm her first and we both don't know what to expect - - -