tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15149760.post-58601918085380072412008-06-05T04:48:00.001+08:002008-06-05T04:48:47.112+08:00SUPREMACY<br /><br />I carry a bag of guts into the space of appearance<br />where I do things and say them<br />and the city leaders promise that the city will preserve them<br />my shoes in puddles of spermy puke<br />leave footprints as I plod, leave sperm and puke trails<br />down the subway stairs and into the subway.<br />Jason Bourne stays up all night writing down his memories.<br />He works for no agency, and yet is full of it,<br />strength with no power that goes and dissembles power,<br />the force of agency. The things I say and do<br />in the city are true love, and all I ask is for my lovers to acknowledge them<br />in the space of appearance, with their (her)<br />bodies (body) and hands (hands). The world is lovable.<br />My demands? Impossible. Today the bag of guts<br />is part pain, part profit. P, I'll repeat it<br />to show you where the pot at.<br />Red and green G's.<br />Red and green G's all on my hat.BBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11346799434197731766vigilo@hotmail.com