Strips of paper
Shards of glass
Notes floating from the speaker
Gaga roma-la, gaga oh lala
Glue. acrylic paint. Emotions ablaze
Confess yourself, not here, on the dancefloor.
Drop of blood.
Haiku, my ass.
Fiber of wood, soul from my vein into the paper
Its alive! Frankenstein says.
Thump my ear and clap my heart
Turn the radio off.
Can anybody see the light?
The darkness is the tide falling
Gagaboys and Gagagirls
Blessed are those who suffer
Cockroaches will inherit the earth
We fall into light, razorblades like the night
Falling away like the strips of the pain
Cut up Bibles mixed with the holy Q-
Pandas are sweet
The holy texts of the Bagavad Gita
Die in the name of
We want oil and more trees
The paper soaks it up, the glue is no more
Harder then that which it holds
Will this lattice confuse?
Archaeologist finds a panda!
G sharp ad infinitum.
Green hummingbird sips Pollen
Joy! Jetlag at work.