A Fit of Propaganda

"Jesus eats babies," said the Devil, in a fit of propaganda.

x = y, and Meal Time is universal

x: Everyone, all the pets, the domesticated animals, the human ones, other ones, trees, liars, daffodils and festivals, all eat their own flesh and have a handful of really very basic functions, the natures of which are entirely irrelevant to my calculations

y: (eating own flesh, functioning irrelevantly and basically, feeling no need and no will to respond to x, x that’s under the windowsill, snapping toes, gardening, and filling his cup)

thoughtswhen

The twenties will receive my middle age
got married and woke up
all Capone and art deco; brightin
love it was three days almost.Young
things blowing policemenkisses since I'd
got my coat and licked
throwing off the robes of
mascara from an upper lip and
the great wear. I am thirteen, I am sweat
from your back. We'd donesitting, I am allowed,
I chucktalking about plastic and the why
-in my flat-cap - and finding tipsit
feels against skin. There,a travel kettle.
Cruises arereally much to say so we fun bledmass
fashion and pretend theankles instead and sat in
thoughtswhen real is fake from chinaand the other left.

Homage

What more could you ask for? it's a good life you know, and one to be appreciated beacause soon it's all banks and factories and boredom and drear and lack of heather, and lack of heath. That;s if you even think we have heath now; the p[lain turth of it is is that we don't, and we want it. I do, I do;.