The Cross of Lorraine and the VA Ward in OHSU

The cross of Lorraine, its a double bared cross meant to symbolize, commemorate, and designate those who fought in the French Resistance against Fascist Occupation in World War Two.  It could conceivably be used to designate those people in everyday life who have fought against Tyrannical Rule and Oppression.  The cross could be powder blue or white, similar to the monolith at OHSU that I witnessed unwittingly on a stretcher when I was taken out of the hospital post-surgery and still goofy on anesthesia.  My time in the VA ward was spent trying to help a man with a busted liver while I was under treatment too, I think the only gesture I could make was having my lover give him some cigarettes when the inhuman health plan had kicked him out of the ward and back onto the street.  Situations like that are both non-military and non-civilian and are unacceptable no matter the personal opinions of the nurses or doctors.  If somebody is still alive, it is their right to seek fair medical treatment no matter the ailment, and they should also not be deprived of such treatment for substance abuse or non-compassionate mental health diagnoses.

Truth Is The Color of the Universe

A equals A

Every time that I stare into the sun
the angel dust in my dress just comes undone

Admonitions of Specifications Ruled In Past Transit And Declared By Unrestful Truths

Now I wake a little more, my finger rings need to be sterilized and picked up from the city of Redondo Jewelry Store that closed for business and relocated to the city of Hermosa and scattered as the Scorpio Shop, leaving my adornments to travel by way of gravity, airmail, and lithe lies through Wilshire where I left a bracelet outside of Venice before I dumped the false beer on the lawn of somebody's criminal prisoner who wasn't myself for I am neither a criminal or a prisoner, trapped in prisms of crystal and stone.  Like we said, "poetry" was a word for language that assualted the grave decour of decay beneath the Los Angeles airport and beyond the circumstances of magnetic drugs proclaiming every corpses' funeral but mine, for I am not a corpse but a corpus according to falsifications of truth that blandished my fashion with dull lack of blades.  

Clenliness is next to Godliness but I need a Lace frindge for mine Skirts held down and dour Today.

Realization is a Salve Should You Save Yerself and Follow Beams of Light Held Without Common Lantern Today

Truth

Bought a pack of cigarettes
and the credit went through
but now I wake up a little more
and want to quit smokeing them
in loneliness
because sometimes
there was only Misery known as you
in the cold planks of an apartment
where poison fumes fluctuated in heat and cold currents
and now I'm begging to the Northern Star
I'm the Angel,
kneel into the frozen lights.

Feel their hearts, they're cold as ice.

I've come here to confess,
watching you burn up in lies and refuse
and watching you burn
I realized that you were so dumb
take me into the river someday
we'll make decent lovers
if you were not a liar.

He comes from a coal mine
I see you
as it covers us all goodnight.

Put on my best Sunday Dress
and walk straight into this mess
with all of the pain I have to take what is mine
with all of his sorrow and all of his false pain
what can you burn up
what can you burn up?

My new punk rock name is Virginia Backstabb

You should learn when to go

to the living

I missed
the depictions of snow globes
and not like Citizen Kane,
"too shocked to speak"
and would have shared a red wooden sled in the cherry illuminated snowfall
under scarlet illumination
when changing my love lorn names
from Steven to Brody to Courtney to "Samantha" to William
never really knowing then
where the spectral born flames of love
were sprouting from
out in the violent world's curvatures
as the sky bled black at twilight
with sharp crackles of neon blue
during those sad days
where I walked from train to bus
under a clock's observance
just waiting to meet you
for a cup of coffee
in the open downtown center
not knowing then
why I felt delusional
but gathering afterwards
that it was the words "vate" and "fett"
which now are stricken away
from language (as if they ever had a place).

I knew a few of your symbols
just the magenta leaves
and those stapled emerald needles
that one could soak for tea
and pinto beans in a lucent Christmas package
waiting at the store,
unlike yourself
but showing of your generosity. 

so let us share a few moments in song and music and kindred love
before meeting too late
in a clensing cyclone
that forfeits Hell and Heaven
leveling "beauty" down to basic Earth
that spells out Heart in anagram
and boy oh boy
let me buy some cigarettes
in case you come over, yeah?

from Lysander J/Brody/Samantha/Athena/Courtney Love

my hands felt dead
and my voice was hoarse from screaming at the cannibals
whatever sleaze meant to them
I didn't yearn to know
crowned Ms. World by a violet colored word
and knew not the dark untruths
but only fields of fire
that earned their snowfall in abeyance
to unsubstantial allies
who fell like snowflakes
to a better resting place
than the elocutions of liars