Sunday, October 2, 2005
How Sad
Talking to myself
about the lines
crossing old railroad ties.
So many gloves
for one hand.
Seldom to the East,
nature never leans.
Factories
dot the matrix.
This sentence is about
itself complaining
about it's circular nature.
Well known map.
How much target practice
shall we demand
for our first date?
She swore it was all true.
I saw you last night
sitting next to
Charlie Weaver,
who was napping
when circle got the square.
She swore it was all
true , that our talent
were different
from the average bear
and that any attempt
to unite them
Would change the course of
mighty rivers,
unhinge doors,
Make us desire to
bend steel in our bear hands.
Cups rattle right off
the shelf.
False diction is all there is.
Moonlight on bath tub water.
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