December 7, 2010

re: txt poem

Pro bono publico For the good of
the public Divided we
people the place and multiply in the name of
prosperity And nothing else in awe

There is a little granule that rattles
around in there Tells us when
we’ve careened too far to recover
Waxy pill of sand spun to guide

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