that it's not enough
when big glorious horrible yuks
get the morning drizzle
in your coffee and slurp
the world refulgent in blue
the brain-numbed, be very dumb
afraid of all the splendor
it creates as the word fucks
seeks out every hole
in your argument
neatly wrapped around
wishing a bit of luck
wearing that suit
head out the door
never to make the central promise
come back to haunt you
last night when you dreamt
about fishes in a sea of piss
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
something to happen
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