OEM (serial cut-up spam poem)

OEM SERIES parts 3-4 / 4


III.
between OEM

all their wives like sand
all day in the sun, at side
the smoke swims - dismal
endless pain, dreadful

paintings, world is bent
the smoke swims to town
and I turn an other side,

endless pain, it's returning
and savage snow blighting
our harbingers past, a kind
of world, no kind world...

and up there I cannot tell
diffrence between dismal
and white smoke, and

still the savage past stands,
sits at the sun.


IV.
deployin with OEM

still doing it
kindness
kindness and honesty
can be only a legend

certainty - in this world
nothing is as unhappy as
we are... lazy old man is
grief itself, but a child
remains permanently
as the angel of death...

language and taxes will
satisfy his deep need for
strong real news: display
of an age of grief, human

is a by-product, you cannot
pursue it by only gossiping
and lying except from the
strong legend of old man

doing it, doing it
permanently.