Wednesday, December 11, 2013

mmxliii

Self-Excommunication

I am pooling all of my resources.
I am well-versed in the art of
speaking with my mouth full.  I
make a note (in my notebook):
Chrysler at 5:20am.  Everything
I do is either an attempt to remain
innocent or an attempt to assuage
guilt.  Like Sean’s idea of shoes
with reservoirs of ink or paint
and soles the shape of a dino-
saur footprints so that you can
leave dinosaur footprints
wherever you go.

My hand hurts from putting
letters of recommendation
into envelopes.  Strange
pangs in my gut.  And
dumb-sounding sentences.

On the other hand, Tweedle-
dum is just too smart.  And
Tweedledee, such presence.