Little Bits of Bones

I have died to infinity.  There are pieces of me in walls and in sculptures.  Hey King Komaiamaia, you look great.  I am the one who you all hate.  I have now turned away from all of you every day.  This is the plan.  I simply created a man.  He is my Afganistan.  He becomes more complete every day.  Finlayson is history to me.  I also give away Marine on St. Croix.  I have ben around death so much you'd think I was a boy.

I just keep going every day, and find creative ways to say I am no longer going to be your whipping post.  My mind is set, but so is all of yours.  Predation on a soul this complete will be answered with reprocussions.  You way use wiley means, but all people can see what that means.  Recordings are being made every day.  Be careful what you, as an entity, say.

Writing today is a bit difficult.  I will just say that Herman Cain terrifies me.  He was in a waking nightmare the other day.  I was barely able to sleep at all.  Stay away from me with your made up little stories.  Your violence is beyond that of Hitler.  You need to be taken out very publically by your own community.  Why don't you ask him if he has ever been to Muncie.  See what happens when he says my full name verbally in public.

The stream trickles down the hill to reach the river.
My grandfather's soul picks up a clam to skip.
I know not the inormity of his acts, but I trust that he does.
My family keeps things in the river.
I am always in the canoe.
Knowings drip with red lights and bloody dreams.
I score a point today knowing what not to say.