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my other love, ki ki num nums the third. he thinks red nicely accents his fur.

renaissance

(for the sake beauty)
oh, find me
standing solitary in a field.
standing there in
the sweet grass that brushes
gently so softly caressing
my thighs.
drop
drop
drop
drop
my hands
by my sides
---this is surrender
to the softly spoken breeze
which whispers blasphemy
in my lying ears.
oh, see how the smoke leaks
out the corners of
my nostrils
a disease spreading
to eat the cancer
that crawls cross my lips.
it would be a lie
to describe
this lavender sky
as anything but beautiful.
he looks to the tree
solemnly leaning on his shoulder
he reaches up and brushes
away the sun
caught in his collar.
the dust leaves something
sparkling on him
a peculiar glow which
reflects in his eyes...
in them is the collapse
of violence, a wellspring
of beauty...
children that grow
in the glow of nuclear clouds
fathers laying in streets
mothers collecting thier
shell casings abound
daughters' blood subsides
sons float in gutters and lakes
atomic age
destructful era
warring nations
conflicting kingdoms
battling minions

brethren,
i beg you:
destroy yourselves no more.

the renaissance of beauty
at the tip of his finger
walking off his tongue.
this field is made
by a horizon of trees
ripe with the fruit
of children before.
the grass peeks lazily
around and around and around...
surveyor of its domain.
he intrudes.
yet he is welcome,
he removes his coat
and lays down in their bed.
my tree leans lower
and asks of what I need.
"my friend, your shade
will suffice for me.
so lean close,
and listen
for the wolves are on their way;
i will speak my heart to thee."