Friday, July 5, 2013

Unspoken dadaist surreal sci fi poem nature, health care, immortality






Unspoken

I am 43 years old
second of my kind
i am existing
it is a major health condition
currently in critical condition 
a condition common around the world
due to conditioning 
through repetition 
and other cons of all kinds
states of how do you do
and other pleasantries 
of real slang tongue 
But symptoms are severe
so be very scared
the saving angels are infected
transmission of the virus
on wavelengths 
to antenna 
powder wing
and feathered feeler
caught in the blind
operating eye, shining
so
take appropriate measures 
when listening to the radio 
beating frantically 
against the sonic iris 
a medical mystery
in the air
France, Germany, Jordan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia and the United Kingdom -- have died.

i am a woman
the nurse is a man
we are both 43 years old
the nurse is an angel 
sickened
a dangerous new virus
is not new

WHO
said
a
statement 

after becoming ill 

according to the WHO

human infection 

called cities

acts like a cold and attacks the respiratory system

a hard shell looms above
cancerous

our roots wither
the angel dims
spring comes

But symptoms are severe

this virus poses a medical mystery 

it's architecture is ridged
and it spreads and spreads

I am a 43 year old woman 
i used to be
an immortal goddess
the nurse is dead

all the angels are

we have to push through the cement
to get to the light
i once was
the tree
in eden 

no.
yes….
but,

i was born 43 years ago
with skin and everything
a ripe second
tall and fat….
heavy
on sweet.

some one
cure me
of my humanity
this need

this hunger
grows
from
the 
(.)



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