Wednesday, October 20, 2010

mcclxxii

One word to make it endless.   Trace
the ignorance of bliss back to some-
thing raw.   The sting of innocence
on a stone floor.   So overrated it’s

fantastic.   Sneeze.   In an attempt to
stretch the night out like a yawn.
Sit on your face, some genetic
loophole.   It begins today.

To fill in the blank.   I saw you
on the wire.   Held you in a
million pieces.   Words are
trunks sawed open.   Half

here.   So that the pixels
actually spark.   What a
turkey, choking the air
out of the sky again.