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    ---- word biscuit ----
    
                   -- death and world peace edition --
    
                                         10-26-96 - ray heinrich
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    what can i say, it must be afternoon.
    -ray




     
        < 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
    
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         < 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
    
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        < 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
    
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     < today, i'm bringing about world peace >
    
    This morning i was thinking about world piece
    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.
    
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    < small words >
    
    watching 
    tilts the limit
    works the connection
    of what you saw 
    and 
    what i'll do
    soon
    these small words
    i measured this one
    at less than a centimeter
    these small words
    are all we have to do
    no music 
    or even 
    if you're reading this
    a voice
    just the ability 
    to appeal 
    to the prejudice 
    that lives inside your head
    and these small words
    dismiss them if you will
    are always
    the ones that kill
    
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    < celebrating glass >
    
    at this moment 
    when you read this line
    and this line
    and this
    
    i want to help you celebrate 
    your parts of glass
    
    how much we try 
    for flexibility
    when all 
    we really want to do
    is break
    
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    < poems are cheap TV >

  if you want the truth
  don't expect to find it here
  i'll tell you anything 
  to get you 
  to read these things

  if you want the truth
  look back
  it's what you had for breakfast

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      < word fucking >
    
    so this editor
    from some dark planet
    doesn't like my poems about
    fucking
    when they use the word
    fucking
    but my poems about
    fucking
    that don't use the word
    fucking
    are ok
    
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      < dream gun >
    
    making my dream gun 
    night 
    after night
    the metal glows as i melt it
    to cast my gun
    and the only crucible
    is my head
    and every night
    my dream gun finds you 
    and it's bullet 
    makes a small hole 
    in your forehead
    but i can put my fist
    in the one where it leaves
    and i know 
    i should have buried you by now
    but the egyptians
    first took out the organs
    and the brain 
    using hooks through the nose
    took out anything 
    that could decay
    
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 < why poems don't have 100 million dollar budgets >
    
    if i had that
    i wouldn't bother with a stupid fucking poem
    and i wouldn't be talking to you losers
    but 
     (and i hope you're smiling as you read this)
    we don't have anything like that
    so i'm sitting here writing another stupid poem
    and you're sitting here reading it

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    < today i masturbated for world peace >
    
         it felt better than usual
    
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     < bolt-action 22 >
    
    talk about ignorant
    i'm up here in this tower
    with a bolt-action 22
    and only 15 rounds
     
    but it's got a good sight
    so maybe 
    i can get a few more 
    than i think
    but it will be a few less
    than you're hoping for
    
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     < starting in the middle >
    
    it's hard to start in the middle
    i usually start at the end
    it doesn't matter which
    it only works 
    if you can work it
    so it doesn't leave them out
    and them is
    of course
    you
    and i'm 
    neither them nor you
    just the person you imagine
    putting these words together
    who might be dead by now 
    or maybe not
    or maybe 
    it's you that's dead 
    if so 
    send me an email 
    and tell me what it's like 
    
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    and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich.
    you have my permission to copy it and post it as long as it 
    doesn't involve charging money (kinda redundant, after all, 
    it IS poetry), it's not part of any pro-republican campaign 
    literature, and you include:  "(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments 
    welcome send to: ray@scribbledyne.com"
       
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