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-- word biscuit --
-- bright shining eggs edition --
03-29-97 - ray heinrich
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it's spring, but more about that later, first this:
-ray
< sub commander bunny >
The easter bunny is coming
at full flank speed
to deliver
torpedoes of eggs
to our baskets of love
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< the boat >
the boat curves up
and like a hand
it holds us all
it is a line
a separation
of air from water
and flesh from sea
and each of us
it holds up equally
both the ones who are
filled
with the need for blood
and us others
content to please
it holds us
with a mother's grace
and confidence
and ease
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< home-made just tastes better >
who would you have more respect for?
someone
manufactured by an all-powerful god
or
someone
industrious and creative enough
to make their own?
i mean
if you're an all-powerful god
it's easy to make anything
even a ten-foot-long
talking hot-dog
besides
people need their own gods
would you really want the same god
as jesse helms?
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< waiting to be delivered >
a bliss spreads over us
we can expect sublime
we can expect love
to arrive
in this very place
with its face
as smooth as jesus
waiting to be delivered
we are a collection
of beliefs
mixed together
forming
an impossible whole
jesus
i promise
next time
i'm going to believe in you
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< eggplant >
from the cage
she drips them
by the dozen
as white as clouds
each one
a wish for home
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< dear mrs. kurosawa >
the bomb
is forgotten
and its heat
boiling the flesh
from your bones
is forgotten
and those black and white pictures
of you
stored in a smithsonian warehouse
the ones intended
for that exhibit
at the air and space museum
that never made it there
cause some fellows
on our side
the ones who were just doing their duty
who knew
they were doing the right thing
felt
somehow
that my seeing your pictures
might
just might
give me the wrong idea
so i regret to inform you
that your pain
and your death
will need
repeating
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< moving the sun >
sled dogs
pull the sun
barking
across the lawn
no wonder it needs watering
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< another god-damned easter poem >
most of you was naked
i
on the other hand
was getting close
to the end of the conveyer belt
dumping us off into the abyss
or
into all the chocolate we'd ever want
but
there was no way to find out
which
it was
it seems that way with us
all of us who vowed
to always sleep naked under the same sheet
now you can walk up on the proverbial street
and ask either of us this question
and get a reply like you'd expect
from nazis at nuremberg
or commies before HUAC
or some poor queer bastard
needing a break from a judge of 85 who knows
this pervert should be damned
i can't help any of this
i tell myself i got to take a shower
and wash all this off for an hour or two
wash the sins like the girl called christ
(she was in drag)
that died
or didn't
a few days from now
i have no idea what to make of all that
these people come to my door
and tell me one thing
and after 3am on TV
some other people tell me ten other things
but all of them
want me to send my money
where can i find christ
so i can give it directly to him?
will it burn my hands when i do this?
will i perish in fire for some vile perversion
that i forgot about?
or will i be forgiven?
i really need to be forgiven
like everyone i know needs to be forgiven
for watching the starving people on TV
for truly feeling compassion
for about 15 seconds
till the next commercial tells me
to buy corn chips
and I WILL
oh god i promise I WILL
buy them
and eat each one savoring it
as it changes to YOU my CHRIST
changes on this EASTER of remembrance
changes to the flesh of the flesh i am eating
and grows large in me
i sometimes think of the child i am to bear
of my mother telling me
i could never do this because i was a boy
but i never could believe her
and i refuse to this day
i will become large with my savior
i will give birth to some salvation
and the truth that has always escaped me
shall be evident to this child
which i will press from me
in pain and victory
like the rock
upon which all that follows will be built
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