From: Badger01@yabbs
To: Natalie@yabbs
Subject: The Gates are opening...
Date: Wed May 25 11:25:16 1994
Thanks .... The scene here is so dead I have a hard time keeping alive.

Heres another Poem (NOOOOO!) I found gathering mold...

Doesn't Do--By Mrossi

living between it
between them
feel the rain coolblueblack
wipes the dayfever summerhot back
watch the greyblack
build itself
live for the periods dotting pits at the end
Everything is water
live waiting for the rain
waiting for it to end

Don't know me anymore
silver my eyes sliver shadows
snakerooted tongue only lies
older than my fathers
age creeps greengray
golden up my sagskin
wrapped around bulging KFC fat
(They do chicken right)
They 
Yellowing teeth clack on nothing

red my dagskin in this hateheat
between the coldsteelbluewet
tatterings fall during dayhatred 
spatter runny white onto pitted asphalt ashfall
go my faults scrinnscreaming yellowblue
burn out of me

wolves rancidead tumorpelts sagging on shatterbones
living hunger ribs scrape under patchfur
hunt past death mind the time
drive us past drydying
rise in me
surround us whitemoldgrave trees stand as watch

she burns in my rainfed thoughtranges
out and strikes no work today called on account of
1, 2, 3
Sesame Street and Me taught me how I taught me
Nod nobody but me
Don't know me
living between the razorshine rain
don't live much anymore

slam the sagskinned bulkbone hateweight into
anonymous targets

growl through our yellowaiting rageteeth
GINGIVITIS MY ASS
chew on the sagskin
the yellowfat
the gristle
the bulkbone
the tumormeat
gnaw on the veins
suck on the slickstain oilblood salty
but not red or norbrown
growling and roaring
we chew
myself to death


That's it....about two years old, I think.

BADGER (01)
Matthew Rossi III

Let us go then, you and I
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table
--T.S.Eliot, THE LOVE SONG OF J.ALFRED PRUFROCK

I have to admit that I do like Eliot. Hate Pound, though.