> Walter Alter wrote:
> phlebotomy and reason
>
> I fell in love with
> a unique liver disorder
> contracted in unknown lattitudes
> of deepest darkest antarctica
> witch doctors stumble blindly
> but the cure came whiile
> at the scrabble table
> the ten pointers heimliched his cerebellum
> and a crossword Etna
> smothered the inhabitants
> of his inner Pompey
> along with inner world trade center
> inner Atlantis and inner Krakatoa
> pain is always foreground
> pleasure is stasis
> that's the victory
> a hell in the head
> the secret of life is to find
> a good statistical anomaly
> but tomorrow always comes
> since live for today is a sham
> should we fear the inept
> hound them out of house and office
> the will of Allah is NOT inevitable
> how much of substance
> is reflected in appearance?
> it should be clear by now that
> prayer does not ward of plague
> awake, alive, assured that
> prior is cause, it's time, son
> the illuminations of epiphanies
> is a trap every time
> they are all double agents
> you can tell by their
> absence of thirst
> ooh fagiolino gamba duro
> sing the blackshirts on an outing
> the horror is a lack of information
> and incantations to property
> by madman rasputins rerouting our mail
> to the sheep in the meadow
> it's perceptions vs statistics
> an action packed visit
> to Dr. Lizard's fresh meat clinic

Another interesting poem from Walter Alter.

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