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                   POEM OF THE DAY (Issue 3)
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--- Monday, August 26, 2002
 
            time
           metric
        sickle moon
       parading sun
    wintry cold waiting

            wind
          blowing
       golfball drops
      pinaceous chards
    black majestic breath


           man 
         dancing
       swinging arc
      fantastic fart
    old foolish ending

--- Tuesday, August 27, 2002
 
Are you the man I saw yesterday, with your head in
   a bandage, and your arm snapped behind your back
   like a broken twig, your body only a puppet for war?
Are you the woman I saw yesterday, with red rouge
   on your cheeks, black lines on your eyes, and rings
   in your nose, marring nature's simple perfect beauty?
Are you the child I saw yesterday, with plugs in your
   ears, your eyes hidden behind walls of glass, your body
   wrapped up in 5 thick layers?

Are you?

I say - Be true to your birthright.

If it be that you have -
   small breasts, flabby breasts, or drooping breasts
   a big dick, a gigantic dick, or a tiny dick
   a round head, a square head, or an oblong head
No matter,
   it is nature's gift to you to give the world.

I say - Be true to your birthright.

--- Wednesday, August 28, 2002
 
I have seen cloud-puffballs
I have seen whole worlds created and destroyed
I have seen the moonlit sky kiss the sandy beach
I have seen.

There was a time 
Before time
And there was an age
When this was that, and that was this
No distinction was made.

You may ask who I am
But I will not answer.
You may say this is a myth
But I say look around you
Is this a myth?

I have sat inside the furnace of stars
I have travelled on the comet's tail
I have been to your earth and your lands
I have seen your earth and your lands
I AM your earth and your lands.
I AM.

--- Thursday, August 29, 2002
 
coins of pity, a random grimace
Nightfall.

cold eye, laced with turtle-shell green
with stars, with angels
A fang.

crooked grin, a burning gut
The stench.

Beggar in the street.

--- Friday, August 30, 2002
 
Learn to die in 30 days
  Satisfaction guaranteed
    or your money back

There comes a time in life
  (we all know when)
    when our spirit has died
      but our body hasn't.

We must teach ourselves to die.

The noose - crack!
The pill - by the pound
The wrist - one quick slash

But I don't want pain
  I don't want to risk coming back.

Sure, try these -

The cliff - just jump!
Fast car - fast collision
The train - one dark night ...

Thank you so much book,
  Goodbye!