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                   POEM OF THE DAY (Issue 2)
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--- Monday, August 19, 2002
 
That face, whose sunny beams only yield delight
  That eye, whose emerald glint doth true gems deride
  That mouth, with honest judgement I cannot describe
That voice, whose twinkling patter has a taming bite

That chest, whose past-wonders pleasures I blush to speak
  That hand, whose soft touch binds faster than iron chain
  That thumb, whose swirling press has intruded my brain
That wave, with unknown-to-her magic makes men weak

That thigh, whose sublime skin is the essence of bliss
  That knee, while silent-dumb, is a pretty enough bone
  That calf, like a mother, teaches perfection's tone
That walk, whose gentle sway even the angels do miss

This woman, this lady, is no idle poet's dream
She, only she, once and forever, knows what I mean

--- Tuesday, August 20, 2002
 
mathematical masturbations
(of rain canned
newly strangely superb
ly) and down fall
ing fall
ing

--- Wednesday, August 21, 2002
 
Above, under, through and through
Everyone knows, I love you!

Love is in the mountains, love is in the trees
Love is in the rivers, love is pretty please!

Walking through the valley, walking down the hill
Walking up on tippy-toe, walking is what I will!

A stony hut you've built, very very nice
But walking makes me hungry, I hope you've got some rice!

You're waiting at the door, your hair in a bun
I kiss, you kiss, we both kiss, it's all a lot of fun!

--- guitar solo ---

Dark falling, moon rising, must be time to go
Wind blowing, trees shaking, must be time to go
Sky rumbling, light flashing, must be time to go
                                must be time to go.

Above, under, through and through
Everyone knows, I love you.
                I love you.

--- Thursday, August 22, 2002
 
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was in the
     rumbling deep, vast and void.
And the Word was God, and God was the Word, and the
     Word was in the rumbling deep, vast and void.

The Word spoke, and there was Light. And God saw that
     the Light was good, and separated the Light from the
     rumbling deep, vast and void.
The Word spoke, and there was Night. And the Night fled
     the Light, and the Night assimilated itself into the 
     rumbling deep, vast and void.

The God saw the Light on one side, and the Night on the 
     other, and said "Surely this is Good and Evil."
Adam and Eve, Noah and the Ark, Moses and the Pharoah,
     Joseph and Mary, the tormented Christ, the storming Crusades,
     Martin Luther, Pope John Paul the Second.
The God saw the Light on one side, and the Night on the 
     other, and said "Surely this is Good and Evil."

--- Friday, August 23, 2002
 
Augury of the globe
A fable of blind stone
One night-long lechery
Hard comic agony

Perfumed sabbath graveyards
The sun-cracked bearded face
Golden cocoa flowers
A cold asmatic space