He Was Set to Do Another Season of Superman, Then He Was Shot

I was going to write about how a majority of Americans wouldn't uninstall 911 even if they could and why, but this guy already did, so have some music, links, a poem.

• Civil war? I've always been queasy about piling on against the Republicans because it's intellectually too easy; I also worry a lot that the habit pundits have of choosing sides and simply beating on the other party contributes to the extremist tone of the culture war. But the time is coming when we are all going to be forced to literally take sides in a political conflict far more serious and extreme than we're used to imagining. The situation is such a tinderbox now that all it will take is some prominent politician to openly acknowledge the fact of a cultural/civil war for the real craziness to begin. See, if there was some push-back by Democrats, I'd easier concede Taibbi's conceit.
• Motherfucking Obama.
• As entirely credible as when Bush went from yellow to orange.
• Thirty Year's War.
• Vollmann.
• Daddy's song.
• Walking song.
• Dead Man's Will.
• One more dollar.
• Four years.

ZERO STAR HOTEL [AT THE SMITH AND JONES]


Anselm Berrigan

At the Smith and Jones Factory I get my Gear, don't smoke Don't vote, dry off With Madonna towel It's a field night For the roachies Smoked too many Crumbs, too much Genre manipulation	looks like nothing ever happened except everything's wet, singed cork rubbeth face, pay concierge/owner in red-checked pjs for Ross' 8 nights decapitate writer head and sacrifice to gods of buried vocals
DugRoth says id Keats Was here in our burgers He'd slug him every time If he played the Welt- Meister? Double Slug. West Nile Virus Strikes Bill Five Times Tho' he's scared to enter Queens, despite status As honorary Met	Metro musician speaks: "If the global workforce continues to be decimated by disease & natural catas- trophe it will be necessary to clone a workforce. please give in advance to help create this force in exchange for these accordion songs. Merci."
It takes a dick To raise a pyramid Motorcycle crash On the tongue, small Business buried, this short But expansive demonological Expose is, in all probability My own diabolized & garbled Version of raising "the listener" To the rank of dualist "believer"	three nines, plus fifteen two fours king high, lose five two fives ace high, lose five nothing ace high, lose finger right index. Zilch, ace high, lose left thumb ten and seven pairs, get thumb back, doesn't fit. Two fives hand back thumb. Six high lose hand, split.
The moral right of the author Has been deserted And tearful words that rhyme You are not crumbling and You are tired of crumbling The moral continuum Of the gobot's heresy Has been dejected With feelings of paranoia Thank Augustine, for	like Leonard Nimoy you and I are made mostly of water. But when the assholes play ukeleles and gloat about cheap rent the sight of the world quarters me. Thus I regress shame and embarrassment fucking up the life
Many otters are also Making current loans Whilst unable To find the function Button next to the Pause button. While you were invisible I was privvy To the seamscape Brutish preconfiguring was there	end poem with gambling write out dreams another personal rule broken to quote face death unquote, with apologies to the just now stomped roachie. "they were all my friends and they died," an old thread and a new one
Coptic are, blue lady Bahrain coin, midnight Medoc, Eddie snickers Insects attack, denim guy Who robs drug stores Yearning to speak: Cocktail fugitive angst Ball refuses to be thrown Be not frozen in cigar Store scared to emote	basically we need a cultural tilting of the bowl or diseased markets. Interrogation chairs pile up outside guides. Primitives drool intelligence. I can't find the light. Two degrees outside. The city at odds. poetry is my strength clothes are my weakness
Nobody comes over And never leaves anymore Incidental back to a sill Calm, poignant and terrified Volunteer me a busride Chase middle fingers with bats Blooming by the pond I did not hug the tranquil Endowment after a wedding Drank everything I could	pigeon now weird big books everywhere jogging in hollywood t-shirts we raised this park and built a pond by which to shoot movies they shot us on the pond and it was the best I hate that dog I ever had feeding with a bottle
Now Eddie's bored People invented God To excuse their bad Habits this roach Says to me. There Isn't anyone it Even wants to imitate Eddie and I play anti- Chess, both begin In check	now Ross is gone bearer of sock herb impresser of exiled temps. Um is my comment, leaking uranium on the sea bed. Others tilt ever so slightly swoopward, blame the spiritual outsider
At the reading reaching For the bar food "Well We've got to put those Subs somewhere or else Sell them as staples Of a fast food fat Reducing diet. Find And replace he said I see a crabby Peering through a crag	passenger next to antagonist all my darkness is product I sell it your way as wisdom you lose blue, use red I see my feet sometimes artificial's the right word clinical joy unreported poke a hole in a blanket and with your head go through it
I've never met any Mysterious musicians Sorry. I wish They stopped saying Lord, and ended This Pope business My relative Clapp Died at the Alamo Let's give Texas Back to Mexico	the original of this poem is available for $5,000. When I sell it I plan to buy a debris slide. I'm broke but I make more money than my parents did when they were my age
Solid boundless freefall My connective tissue My fine citizen centering Circles this frame Upside down flying Back first into Woods, flipped Over handlebars Brake cord detached Leaf imprint on back	what is interesting about him is also what is wrong with him rendering him electable he's the guy who poses for trophies, biologically but he is turning into bio-seitan, to be eaten by a despicably healthy human extending a lifespan
I can get a sparrow With a bow and arrow I can buy anything Cheaper than you Who wasted the miracle On the dove? The subject is SAME NAME. There's nothing To cross out. $5,000! Have a happy warning	if you don't understand don't be ashamed to ask three times the answer is TIGHT-LIPPED you have won $30,300 can I have a glass of water? the Americans had Judy Garland & we had Edie Piaf he was set to do another season of Superman, then he was shot