the influenza monster keeps lurking

...


still
in the grip of
this quicksand illness
and i'm too heavy to move up
and out of its grasp;
just sinking
down

this
bloody cough is
bloody killing me but
blogging is bloody 'ilarious when
you think of it; happy
razzies roar and
cry

900
grams of candy,
crack my knuckles +
and feels like such a waste, really!
orange jews my bloody
valentine, they
must

kill
them all, them
sand rats are never
going to stop messing with Mr. J,
you must exterminate
Palestine or
die

and
i pray for a hot
white sunset that'll
paint the earth in fearful shades;
for this is the last of
us two legged
beasts

today
i am in Gaza,
my name is death;
see how happy i am, i dance in the
streets to the freaky
beats of mortar
fire

it's
macabre; the
tonality of frenzied
metal cutting through the live microphone
of streets and alleys,
a 1000 and 1
tones

eating
the entire music,
notation after notation,
all etched in the face of mayhem, my home
in the world of stones,
scores of ships lie
awake

on
the beach of my
eyes. along these lines it
went; the violence chisel in my belly was so
hot with the void of peace,
it froze me to the
core


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