3-17-98

This bomb's for you

I want it to explode into 257 psychadellic colors
including a wide range of pink (make grapefruit not love)
or 1.6 million and 1 with the upgraded version 
now only $299 available by mail order on the Net

Blast all the nightmares and horrors of nights and days past of
hierarchies and communal oppression of the clique by the clique for
an elite God that lives in a never-ever land.

shatter capitalism and all its minions into smaller minions who might
realize the inadequancey of minioncy and that little minions are the
suckers of a global corporate system, and better off resisting with
the rest

Form large secret anarchist grassroots underground organizations that are
unrecognizable because the only rule is breaking rules to disturb the
notion of persistent truth that is imposed by people with letters in front
of their names and long titles like noted-Senior-Assistant to the vice
president of Goat Galking with specialities in estrophrogray and associate 
junior fellow of Lasek Inc. of Eastern Lodovia.
 
and for the tall skyscrapers
sometimes I wanna blow up large buildings
and the occasional small buildings too for variety
watch the bricks (well concrete blocks) fall one by one like leaves,
but not like leaves,
because the skyscrapers aren't trees,
least so in the miind of an eco-centric wannabe like me
terrorism done well can be very creative

and those things aren't natural
not trees
not trees
and the people in them aren't birds, or monkeys 
(or maybe they...)
and they really don't belong

To create visions of unimagined unparalled ectasy and discovering
life, knowledge, people the universe et al in more than black and white

It can change your life
get you out of school 

driving you to the depths of despair
hunger in real because there's a greater hunger gnawing not only at
your flesh, stomach, intestines, tounge, and flavoring your saliva
but gnawing at the mind and heart themself
maybe the bomb will explode them, eh?

it tends to make professors sick and cancel class
on ocasion it tends to kill professors or knock them to stupefication

the idea that you can do everything you've never done
and that you'll be good 
and will try it

eat the whole grapefruit
this grapefruit's for you
it's a citric acid laced concotion and dynamo lsC
squirt your neighbors, launch missilic pods (seeds) at your loved ones


it's a blizzard of choosable parallel dimensions and a hundred paths
untaken with wood signs pointing off anew every ten steps
and a climate the changes from tropical to tundra to temparate




It's got a short fuse
  
Here's a match.

it's the mere notion that you are free