Saturday, October 28, 2006

Last sunday of October

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Today is the last Sunday of October this year.
There was some consideration for switching the months this year but everyone just forgot about it like it never happened.
Maybe next year we will have a serious debate about things that matter but I'm not holding my breath. Probably more candidate shit...

Don't Look Here

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Don't Look Here

I looked all night for the things
Which were always there
Hoping to bear witness with
My innocent stare
Looking for prizes or something rich
Caught my attention
Just before it switched
The pleasant haze turned murky
The bushes sprouted knives
A bearded woman screamed
A pretty woman leaned on the horn
Another and another woman leaped
Then left the one in a heap
Myself, running, no longer innocent
Guilty of looking away

JM

Friday, October 27, 2006

Thursday, October 26, 2006

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Row By Row

A blend of colored seeds
To grow and be buried then show
Another color and many stalks
Tipping in wind they start to walk away
Who watches and walks together
Grown in every weather and rain
Showered with dust and another grain
So finally holding one away from one
But just a temporary arrangement
Solid for a day and running liquid into night
A blend united each stopping just for now
To be seperate as one
Or together as all the rest

10-21-06 JM

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

Ultimate

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The ultimate profiteer in this war on freedom is to hire out supplying information. The money is FAT! in this country for "watching suspects". First, get a suspect. Try not to make it a friend, it could get ugly, then collect, fabricate, create or otherwise develop a juicy package for whoever you can find to give it to. An array of suspects and a simple to obtain Private Investigator liscense will assure you a good and steady income.
Good Luck! And happy people hunting, Killem' Tiger!

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Terror rule #12

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Terror Rule #12

Kids! And others, when a bad teacher or Secret Service agent or just a scary person with a goofy I D takes one of your friends away, pull the fire alarm. Then inform the first friendly grown-up you see why you did it. Help us help President Bush keep people from disappearing.
If your friend remains kidnapped for the whole fire drill, tell several adults. Friends don't let friends disappear. Good luck!

Pirates

Pirates

A soveriegnty invaded
Degraded for years.
Weakened by "no fly zones"
We're too smart to battle
A worthy adversary
Piece by piece, person by person
Then the overwhelming firepower-
Citizens scared shitless
Retaliating with crude weapons.
Curiously we call it terrorism
The Leader has little to say
He hides. Appears. Hides again
Spewing rhetoric
The party line. Forgive. Sacrifice.
Our people.
We need money for war
And profiteers

Breeze/ Birds, Bugs, Other

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Breeze/ Birds, Bugs, Other

Crawling hopping flying beings
The leaves by leaving
Give their water back to sticks and trunks
Give their water up to eyes and mem-brains
Which all remember summer
Only light and starlight, too, will move the life around
When each leaf feels the best light is shone
It will wait alone
Maybe soon, maybe tomorrow
(Bugs, Birds...beings)
A little more changing, Life for life.

When it's the breeze, especially wind
The twigs and bark lean back and forth
Giving the leaf some life, water...sap stuff
Plenty for the extended fall
Taken by wind. And a quick fall
Given back slowly by creatures
When the wind is still or even stars covered by clouds
Not moving, still moving leaf water, stored daylight
Into more moving up the branch down the trunk
Into the easy ground, easily found, sunken by cold air
Quite open, also knowing, each warm shine is rare today, this year
Again.

JM 10-24-6

Monday, October 23, 2006

Off The Stones

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Off The Stones

I get unreal, that's not true
Touching piles of rock
Ordinary stacks that call themselves
Church, Temple, House..
I get outside of this dream of flight
Standing on the face of walls
My feet remain alive
I am not bird or bug
This heart can still call home
My voice is not listening alone
The cage of my skin won't crack
Yet doesn't hold me in
So far I lose track of stones

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Be all Christian or leave

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The new religious right

Not new but as right as rain.
Nobody would be stupid enough to take on
The one true God.
Come on. They tried it and just look at their unburied dead.
Those poor bastards believe NOW!
And the women, too!

The Un Candidate

My Platform

Since NOBODY will say it.
I hereby do not "support th' Troops"
There !
I must have the biggest balls in Amerikkka!
But really.
There's no choice about it.
We all support the WAR.
Even if you manage to divorce your boy or girlfriend,
you'll support.
Even if you die trying not to, your estate will support the troops and your children not yet born will.
So all the politicians wasting breath saying they support can skip it.
Everybody knows you support the God damned troops already.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

You Found Me

You Found Me

Why are these Summer eyes still raking the fall leaves?
Even in Winter I see your beauty
Why when my eyes are shut on cold wind
Are yours still warm, inviting me in?
Is this mystery or simply gift?
Maybe the lost gaze I cast isn't empty
Or only avoiding a full stop
I really thought you left me here
So, wrong each turning year I halt
My searching finds that promise
I know I cannot hide
Your laughing chirp does not deride
Only my mistaken cry of lost

They Speak In Silence

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They Speak In Silence

You know a truth untold
Under a swollen mouth
Eyes blue and closed, battered,
Not saying but how could you?
A body barely standing
The wind holds up and shreds
Not quite broken bones
Still breathing heads lolling
We thought sleep would hold us
But dreams are awake
Bad scenes, rape, gun butts,
A herd of real people unheard
Blood clotting the sad lips
And America drives by
Hiding in double tint windows
Eyes gleefully open
Cell phones chirping happy
A picture to look away from
With blood still on the inside
Safe, if you call it that
Ignorant as if by accident
Worried about a simple life-
Bills, new tires, landscape,
The life to be not found yet
Then the sun comes up again
Just like everywhere
Fighting so hard to stay unaware
But the bruises don't land
They fly around and we can look
Away or toward-Freedom
That holy untruth
A choice to remain aloof
The work it takes each day to hide
The bleeding people amid debris
Of greed
So bleed America
A call is ringing over and over
Go back to sleep.

By Jerry Mehalovich

Thursday, October 12, 2006

Iowa prisons bite

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I am particularly disturbed to read about prisoners (humans) in my state being attacked and bitten by dogs.
Shame on you iowa!

A brief short

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Damn it's cold today. My fingers were so crispy after a brief short walk that I cut myself on paper. The keys at this station got so blood soaked they shocked me into an irritable mood. Really thought I would bleed to death and then remembered it takes more than lies to write good fiction.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Raw Footage

Raw Footage

Sloppy copies stacked with fire
Ever wish the past could change?
Bought a pack of fresh clean paper
On which the change could come
Clean
Then I remember
A zerox (xerox) works as well
A clone could be different
But copies never clean up
Bought a fresh monitor and keys to unlock
A stack of these sloppies
To dress them for tomorrow's ball
Maybe this way..or that could make
An awful squawk into Springtime's favorite
Bird calling some type of perfect word.
-Jerry