our trust we do
not put in poets
their highly contentious arguments
and charged public language
it is strange to
stare at yourself in
the mirror as you
sit on the toilet
all the words lie
flat on the page
one dimensional vectors on
two dimensional wood pulp
and thus he was
out of the pool
of his own vomit
pulled by gentle minds
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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