Saturday, December 21, 2002 -Amendments- First shoes My first shoes would not wear out My birthplace was a flimsy shelter that lacked topographic identity Melancholia pervades my memories occupied by limp plots drained in various shades of gray Spaceman Currently I can't afford Patent-leather shoes I'm under the picture ----SPACEMAN----- Flaws in my stroke weakened the fundamentals A sink-or-swim dilemma precedes a reversal of skilled inadequacy Sub-arctic Every man is his own inmate A room should smell of culture and be designated as a set of Sub-arctic morale Proclaim yourself a soap opera- and star by your own name Toxic Vision is a toxic bacteria- A garbage truck of status quo challenging blasphemy The Gods of your zone Smoking Camels and sipping native Bourbon Will write your doomsday obit on borrowed time It takes three stories to fall effectively to your own death -- posted by Walter at 12/21/2002 Thursday, December 19, 2002 P o e m To a diver surfacing: -- Soon, very soon We're company to women, Caretakers and spirituals You've emerged from depths Where nitrogen and oxygen Can suddenly prove toxic You stood witness to Unparallelled loneliness And blurred vision One needs love for life, Intrigue and mystery Surface for experience -To decompress- © Walter van Lotringen 2002 -- posted by Walter at 12/19/2002