May 12, 2010

re: txt poem

For sins of unproductivity
hereby the lazy the leeches the merely
lugubrious shall be cornered
and reshaped as workflow proficiencies

Of two minds or more what does it mean
that the weaker of wills is always
winning out against the stronger So
terminal a contradiction

Hard times fall on you or you
are fallen into them That crest
reverting to erisitic bitterness is
the failing of none but the wilted I

THEY ARE PUMPING SHREDDED
TIRES AND GOLF BALLS INTO THE SEA
TO STOP THE SEA FROM SPEWING CRUDE
Snakes gorging on their own tails

O ye brass staking claims versus
the so-called project poetry trend
Where’s the harm or change Who
pens singular shit pieces pens many

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