Strike from the Record





Left hand in the Cookie Jar, right Hand

in the Muck; What we know; and

where we Suck

on the Mad Teat of Invention:  It is

glued to delivery

and Succumbs

to Our Inventory -- our Quantum Leaps

in the absolute Green -- We

are the inchworm

Snarling at the Gate of our Redemption -- it

is Our Illusory Stigmata

that keeps us bloodfilled, Whole, we

Who dissolve

in an instantaneous Shot from the muzzle's barrel --