_____________________________________________________________ ---- word biscuit ---- -- 4th of july edition -- 07-04-96 - ray heinrich ______________________________________________________________ you'll have to forgive me, i get a little patriotic every forth of july. < forth of july > I'm happy in front of the fireworks they're using gunpowder without making holes in anyone and i'm happy down close where it's hot and dark and i feel ready at least once a year ready inside my mother country as she's bearing down hard trying to push me out and once a year it works each time a new color explodes and my eyes agree and my pocket likes buying more stuff that makes me happy while i'm doing it but then i have to find where to put it cause my garage is full but my heart doesn't feel that sick and i'm happy in front of the fireworks they're using again this forth of july. - - - < the only good native american is a dead native american, happy forth of july > happy forth of july happy independence day happy land of freedom to kill everyone here before us to make room for our slaves - - - < if you're not an american on the fourth of july you can just go die somewhere > I'm ready to vote for universal health care for everyone in the whole world but i won't get to anytime soon which is lucky cause i'd have to give up my electric clothes dryer just to pay for saving a few children who wouldn't like my poetry anyway. - - - < wrong fourth of july > john lennon dies on the wrong fourth of july as he was looking to bring us all together from his million dollar apartment just off central park when a foot soldier from general washington's army of the potomac laid another british invader bleeding on the native ground of our great america born as we all are born in blood and flowing as our hopes which start warm and gradually cool which start red and gradually turn to that brittle dark brown that flakes off when you pick at it with your patriotic finger except in the cracks of the concrete where it will shine out like fireworks on each wrong forth to come. - - - < forth hot dog july > the hot dogs shrink a bit in the flames as they wait for your teeth to prepare them for the years of bouncing as your belly and hanging independently and celebrating as your shirt creeps up the freedom of the fresh air the freedom that all flesh desires - - - _______________________________________________________________ and all this stuff is (C) 1996 ray heinrich. you have my permission to copy it and post it wherever you want as long as it's not-for-profit (kinda redundant, after all, it IS poetry), not part of any pro-republican campaign literature, and you include: "(C) 1996 ray heinrich - comments welcome send to: ray@vais.net"