try this one
Posted to Action Poetry
by Bobo on 2001-04-14 07:17:00
and all the world with it's mamograph gels
just crawls up the river to die
and all is spelled in this mamograph wolrd
in language that talks of a pie
and all this meld in the sattelite world
makes afces at suns newborn rays
for darkness it sees is high on it's knees
as bhikkus wake open to pray
