There is torment that
only ends with death. Nations
   sometimes are like that.

This hide-&-seek sky
vouchsafes me fuckin' nothing.

   12 12 03

   Old man in a cave
Once rich & feared by millions
   Now* brought to justice

His photograph with Rumsfeld
Gathers dust in a closet

   12 14 03

   On this crisp sunny
Sunday morning the dappled
   Leaves thick underfoot
Make me happy, war is far
And fear unconceivable

   12 14 03

"...there is a war
between the ones who say there is a war,
and the ones who say that there isn't.." --Leonard Cohen

"Judge then of thy Own Self, thy Eternal Lineaments explore.
What is Eternal & what Changeable? & what Annihilable?"
--Blake, Milton (1804)

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*or is it Bad Santa?