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FRIDAY (2/20/09)

Paper apologizes over Obama cartoon
The shooting of slack-uttered reason, the silent image of bullet-hole bigotry for what the truth is, and its color and love and their view of racism, and adoration of animal, and to cry and to breathe and to die, they do not know, they do not care to know, but we do… and we’re ready for the task, hoping for its whirling beast to drown.

Nato 'can't allow Afghan failure'
The futile bay of hounds in the sand and the valley, in the mountains and the sky, do we wait for its fading so we might fall off contented?

Nearly 5 million Americans drawing jobless benefits
It is huge inside of this, emptiness, penniless, hapless marching alongside the people in their tattered forms. Tall and razor-edged, rainbows of wretchedness. In this dark flood it weeps to scream and work again.

Killer of Va. Officer Is Executed
Bellow and wail in the wood, cry and shudder in the air, the hideous eye of an eye, looks back at us.


Racial Profiling Latinos and Latino Prison Sentences!
They bring them desert moons of transient songs that rattle the teeth of guavas and makes a church in the serpents tail.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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