Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Insecurity
forces me
to own you.
I'll have to take
everything you have
as well.
Shut up, put up,
don't give me any lip about it.

Fear
forces me
to restrict you.
You don't need
to go anywhere
I don't approve of.
You would
do that for me now, wouldn't you?

Greed
forces me
to use you.
I might need you
to kill someone for me,
since everybody hates me.
All I did
was trick them.

Heart
is not a word
we use around here.
Passion is out too,
as is anything else,
that isn't procedure.
I wouldn't stand a chance,
if i had a heart.

Operation New Dawn

( for George W. Bush)


Jesus
bit the bullet
or else a Roman nail
how the receiver
became the sender
vexes us here

in a bloodwet bernoose

sandals scuffing
desert dust, dry bread
kosher enough to feed
hundreds down
the throat
like a live grenade

keeping the New Dawn
a secret, tell
no one, he said
these wounds will heal
and in the end
I will give you

an empty cave
a knotted shround
holy oil

cleanse not the temple
according to them
but buy every farmer
in Kansas
a tractor tankful

reading your work is like stepping into a world with unscratched emotion...dig into yourself hes, and give us more of that good stuff

your piece can be interpreted in so many different ways, depending on your current state of mind and situation

give me more Mz. Prynne!

Zlatko, you've taken my angry drift to higher ground,
and I thank you.
H