Paul Haeder: zoos, oh zoologyrushing torrents of strollers electric guitars on stage like a run through an airport connecting flights the cotton candy, elephant ears, snow cones, all bundled up in diaper rash, daddies saying stupid things about polar bears
Paul Lojeski: Each and every Madmen swims In the fear they Rule by, knows The mob will Cower and grovel Almost to the point Of self-extinction.
Paul Haeder: sun bursts on sod clod like desert offering solitary figure in the grass bending to sweet grass blood milkwort beardtongue kiss me quickhallowed grounds – Osage Pawnee Otoe dog soldiers Kiowa Cheyenne Sioux
Paul Haeder: children circle the bard of barbarism wait for marching orders reality TV twenty-four seven rolls of the dice one part disharmony, two parts despotic forebears the youngsters await some sonrisa of sanity, anything resembling rebellion, shorting the hedge fund holding love hostage, anything
Paul Lojeski: Ain’t that how mens do? All ego, fist and balls. Imagine that.