the plight of the blue ball
the story extends beyond performance art
something has happened to the blue ball
while it moved in the wind and flew high
beneathe concrete arches it was weakened
something pierced the skin
a slowleak has ensued
i sit on a diminishing blue ball
and i know only
i must go to target and get another one
this one is ruined
i learned something
it is important to treat the
big blue ball with care
it is a thing easily ruined
easily compromised
let's just hope that i can
always go to target and get a new one
i will deflate the thing completely
and offer it to the trash
i can't wait to get my new blue ball
already i miss the bouyancy of the one now
dying right under my torso
once a story is begun it tends to
have a life of it's own
here's to the big blue ball
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¡La Pelota Azul!
Escribid en espanol, o latin, o ...aun frances, y acaso que yo se creo en que, en tus sabiduria, Señor jh. Ingles: la lengua de las piratas y rufianes blancas, la lengua de la basura zionista. Pound crea que, hermano
i've been wrestling with an odd thing
it seems my blog recognizes me as an anonymous person
no anonymous comments here
it says
so i ask myself who the hell am i anyway
i typed in nothing
and even that did not work
ah well
Tu no leiste que cual yo escribi, jh.
Ingles---que es la lengua de los ....demonicos. Comprendes?
Responda en español o frances (or tal vez latino) por favor
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