S a d d a m

steven

H u s s e i n
ben guidot adkins

One night in Fondemenge (Wednesday, September 19, 2007)

Poem of the delicately placed pebbles Saddam Hussein's burial place, in his native village on the banks of the Tigris

Wrong Head English Bane South East Around the river There was a bear North West Among the trees There was a Into my soul

Bad and hungry James Where is my blessd pen? hooked like a beak a broken cockerel a cockade in tricolor a magnificent . something, anyway

Broken Michael in his bottle My shirt is a skirt Why do you worry ? All of us is gonna go there Shorter Life, Faith, Mercy, My stomach is a lack Of you.

Scary beans during winter jumped hot onto my plate and with the swift and bumper the peppercorn in the throat the roman bone in the sideways mortuary I jumped onto that strange boat and ranked wicked with lester nobbed hobs with the rich and perfidious the young and the restless the beatific and the damned we hate shit on the stoop unwiped plates greasy fingers and dildos we love sparkles primrose and our own clean white deaths

Steaming, he wrote paint

Boiling, he went back Sweating, he thought Crying, he smashed a bin Screaming, he loved Freezing, he liked a fly Shaking, he felt a thrill Dreaming, he flight away Dying, he remembered her

Doors on the floor we jump into hell with these little traps escape routes on stages gods appear villains de-appear heads roll shrubs roll trolleys convey mysteries guy-wires trade hopes one looks for a rhyme and finds only tropes la di da better to hari-kari than write lines such as these

Brutal Maxim #1: Il faut quon tue les autres No matter what they say, mother fucker Its like a dirty spoon full of shit All of them are only the deepest part of you Forget your stupid mind Think of what ! Oh bladi oh blada They said: un, vaut mieux que deux tu lauras Bastards ! Lets fuckinkillem all !!!!!!! Blizzards Rusards Chauffards Connards

Cosi van tutti There is no milk there is no milk I also thought to kill them all one more thirsty mouth on an already withered teat where do they all go those brazen little elves of beauty? her tits are huge her tits are small those swing like pendulums these exist as two sharp mountains her skin is brown and smooth hers a splotched Caucasian grimace we plummet into every crevice and delight in the pudding of every soft landing her milk my cream

Junk Duty Between JK Life is only UN Details Unhappy Testify Yes !!! Between DY Life is only UT Java Ummagumma Nango Kwist

Bababababa Tsoin-Tsoin gadji beri quoi?

with all these leetspeeks gestalt gruntings and happy-go-lucky somersaulting do we really need speed and ducks and any of it? can we turn sideways in our chairs and vomit? can we spin over backwards in our graves and break already broke backs like sad humped-dry mountains sleazy livestock terrible ice storms terrible glacial melts and all that [shocking trick laid so bare before us all so many forlorn times] get a new trick!!