vacancy
November 17, 2008
i slipped
on the banana peel
of your smile
cracked my spine
on the pavement
of your love
after three days of serving me
ice cream in bed
you got bored…
…and left
on the motorcycle
of my entrails
Stump Lane
in the dirt since history began
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"We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power."
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