Tasteless flick of the paranoid boxer folds in half beside the bed of the hunted dog understanding two hands open fist offer a saltine cracker to the starving glass of water behind behind emotion is anger god is not pertinent to the discussion of religion but war sleeps in his ears and molds the shape of his nose, cuddles up to his boot and makes pancakes in his palm, fleeting glimpses of sexuality hide in my pants coming out only in the light of television and MY GoD the unattainable is so safe Doors do separate cold and heat the two lovers rush to each other when they are opened, the offspring wind who makes love to water and plays with the tousled hair of earth, the earth blushes and wrings her hands. Plastic is not separate from nature. The poetry of by-products is chanted in the craniums of those who wear ties, and the knots tell jokes to the profits who tell of the coming of war from the middle, east and west are jealous of latitude and longitude, not being useful describing a sphere. So fights break out and shift the continents all at the consumer’s whim. Flim and Film fill the tanks with behavior beheaded logic twitches for passersby, mocking their tastelessness and pagination AND HERE WE GO AGAIN, busywork art, dramatic filler, creative rehashing, sampled genius, eating the dead, mock or mimic or theft or infatuation? Watch the deer eat the wolf with a grin, each tooth reshaping the meat to fit its square hole into its stomach’s round peg (We must match it with the rectum) tricks and novelties fill volumes of biblical what?