May 7, 2010

re: txt poem

That hesitation you feel is the discomfort
caused by the disestablishmentarian’s
contorted pang for authority
Something slipping inside

Heroism depends on temporal
and spatial deployment Saviors swoop
just in the nick o time Vultures swoop
just after the nick has passed

The interior has sprung broken
seals of sardines There are no longer
reason shuffling among plutocrats
Candid were the way death takes

A wooden match before is light
and straight but mostly water
Crushing out all unctuousness flame
collapse a space of former geometries


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