Monday, April 28, 2003

i am full of hot air.
the z-pack fell for five consecutive days
upon unsuspecting subjects of a well-settled kingdom
few survived
wandering travellers from distant lands
cast themselves upon this deserted terrain
each of them with aspirations
toward the sands and the stars and the seeds of a pomogranite,
growing and spreading they met eachother
but the land could not grow
and did not know each other
and they did not know the land
these new nations
laid war upon the unclaim lands
war had its offspring not of them,
but in legions of waste spewed airborne