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TUESDAY (6/9/09)


Mercy plea for held US reporters
Euna Lee and Laura Ling were not alone in their frantic plea.
The parent’s gasps were sentenced to twelve years of labor- a heaving wave smothering freedom’s beacon, China’s Guantanamo.

Crews find more bodies from Air France crash
Wind, rain, lightening, sky, wish… Floating now. Moving us down, a weight atop such laden grief. Wind, rain, lightening, sky, wish…

CIA: Keep Documents From Bush Era Sealed
Secret codes, men in black suits, government assassins, covert operations, state secrets, ticking time bombs, civilization in peril and grandiose, riveting car chases…

I’m no longer convinced that James Bond isn’t realistic, isn’t a mirror image of our special agents in action. At least it gives justification for not getting at the truth.

U.S. forces build in Afghanistan
Adversity sinks its teeth into 20/20 vision acting as omen for the blow that’s sure to come. March on America, into the goddamned sun!

FBI Director Defends Use of Informants in Mosques
Worshiping god-fowled information fells the wall between prayer and the listener, their ears to God’s lips.

Don’t Ask Don’t Tell via The Pagan Sphinx
If we tossed our minds out to sea they’d not know of our blindness. We’d not know of their mindless natter and our fervent double standards. We’d neither know, nor ask, useless as our feigned equality.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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