Actresses writhe on the set, while erections collide.
Sperm in a petri dish fills up the emptiness brides—
Daughters of actors and actresses; mothers of fucks
Grow in primordial stew in a belly of muck.
Fuck this director, I walk off the set, through a door
Into a forest—they're painting the stars I adore
Over the canopy. Crickets are tweeting and bears
Circle around my encampment and nothing much cares
Plaster is falling from firmament. Walls on the set
Close on us all so I sprint for the egress from threat.
Corridors, hallways and knobs on each option—they're tricks:
Cells in a prison of cells made of cellular bricks.
“More than 700 inmates in the northern Nigeria city of Bauchi were freed Tuesday night in a daring raid by well-armed attackers on a prison where members of an Islamist sect were being held, authorities and witnesses said Wednesday. ”
– Adam Nossiter, The New York Times, September 8, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/09/world/africa/09nigeria.html
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