poignant blatant octave self sufficient
buy out their stocks and blow it up
did i want this call did i need it
his markings are already there, these bricks laid
my path is only set in marshmallow lives
supported
down run up run
light bulbs with conductive reason fall
shattered
sleeping on a car he dreamed of secret things
the emotions he felt when he chased a mole for
hours on end to corner it
a tomcat exalted
orange streetlights illuminating his
other prey of renown, slight ladylike
more fitting than masculine
speaker screen
bump scream i float away
visions flash in and out of existence around my eyes
some grinning bucktoothed flatboard
washed out of tune stale keyed piano
ill smash it into a wall
fists and dropping gold on the ground in rivers of hate
free flowing green icicles in champagne bubbles
all ears stolen and illuminated
strong i know
windows but not glass

12/12/2006

Posted on 12/12/2006
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