I wish I were an acorn,
so a squirrel could gather my brethren
and store us for the winter,
where he'll eat us.
Like a carnivore.

buffalos have it so easy.
they lack the motivation to conquer worlds.
They eat the grass.
They fight

to remain peaceful.

i wish i could be respected and feared like that:
To dictate the hunting patterns of warriors, soldiers in the field,
like a slender tuxedo skeleton
using the course hair from corpses of Vietnamese and Iraqi children
to pull the weight of the world around.

the gentle sun never had a problem.
he obliterates the fur of helpless kittens from a million years away
and people sometimes praise him for burning their faces off
like matches in a gasoline house.

I wish I had that much influence.


from a white complex of imitation Greek and Roman art
I could call the shots and end the lives of billions
with a nuclear catastrophe
(i prefer to call it "the touch of god" when I need arousal, or the final umph to climax in my pants).


I wish I were an acorn,
so a squirrel could gather my brethren
and store us for the winter,
where he'll eat us.
Like a carnivore.

07/03/2006

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Posted on 07/03/2006
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