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From: fonseca@iswiss.DEC (Dave Fonseca 232-2502)
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Subject: three poems
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Date: Tue, 5-Nov-85 12:50:12 EST
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Huh!?

My brother Arthur Fonseka wrote these during a recent
visit.  Please skip right by this if you are looking
for the 'Easy Listening'-type poetry that this
newsgroup seems to attract.

	David Fonseca		DEC Internal Software Services
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Poesy.

    can you speak
  when you tell the truth , does it matter
eye change dim in the stormeye glows weak through distance
love grows weak       the retina.  myopia 
and the shattered eyelid  the cracking, oculation
there is vision in seperation we can see each other through the tremors of 
an earthquake where is your crystal?
it is in my box of infamy.cube of death where they keep their ill-gotten
goods. safety deposit box.   hold it close to your chest so that when you
are assassinated it will be destroyed with your greed.


Bourgeois

ice cold comfort of leisure
stick something up your ass   covet someone
.spinal fluid draining into your hand.
wipe the embryos off of the counter and flush them drowning in the death of
our caring.
count them, count them again.
the cells of our dissolution
harvest the fruits growing from our chemical urine, sprayed from a plastic
urethra
and wipe the cancer from your memory onto your belly.  as if it were truly
fertile or containing life
within the cage of a laboratory the pale boneless sterile fingers without
craft 
give us an artificial cathode nerve replace my fantasy torture my body with 
your subliminal poison
and analyze the rats reaction rolling in his toxic excrement
your sterile wives 
lives of barren psychosis an egg travelling from vestigial ovary
i can only sense your uterus with my insanity
you wish to slash at your womb.  you ask them to remove all fertility with 
their blades and poison that sacred birthing place
a thin veil of plastic between your blood and my sensitivity
inner ear having been deafened to the pleasure and terror travelling upon 
the sun's waves.  feel the intricate brine of light crystallize upon your 
back.


		Ache

            you don't understand why i hated you , think your apologies 
are enough  understand the illness i felt because you took my sex for granted
think that words are enough   and now, i, the fool return to you to correct 
the illness that you infected me with.  and why weren't you willing to do this
for me despite all of your admonitions of love ; i feel that it is because 
you finally feel your loneliness.  i know that if i left you you would find 
someone else to occupy your sex so you could forget humanity and leach off 
them for a time.  how much have you taken from me in the time you've known 
was it because you thought i was rich? even when i earned my money honestly
more honestly than you ever bothered to, you still had no qualms about taking
from me, as if you deserved it more than i, or as if i was no better than 
the capitalists that you so malevolently toy with  with your sex. no ability 
to give and no ability to share properly. as your parting gesture you let me 
pick up the check as if it hadn't been a joint decision, as if you needed  
the money more than i.  after you had lived in comfort and security the whole
time and i had spent all of my money being with you and trying to please you
after i had worn out my welcome with your friends after i had lived on the
streets, after i had endured the jealousy of kabir (it was you who deserved
that, not i)
you try to make me feel as if i were cruel-i am not torturing you with my
actions,  betrayal, but with the truth if you cannot stand it, understand it.
and it will have to end because you will have conceived the pain you have
forged in my heart