blueberries

there are no dreams

on the mountain top.

no nightmares in the

lowlands. the bells of

freedom are no longer

ringing. prejudice has

calloused the eyes of

the eagle. the sun has

disappeared from the

brown cloud fever. the

man in the moon swallowed

gun powder and the stars

are dripping with his

blood. a snake is singing

halleluiah on the white house

steps to a dead jesus, and

the holy ghost doesn’t

give a damn. buddha is

contemplating the nuclear

option and muḥammad

is trying to get it up

for some fake virgins.

in these trying times it’s

good to have some

blueberries to pick.

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