Saturday, September 20, 2008
surface
and the volley continued
   until there was nothing left 
       but echo.

no, these are not my real legs.
yes, you have every right
           to be upset.
no, i did not lose the archive.
yes, the fever is approaching,
        the lawn is turning grey.
        a favor not responding,
        i'm used to the delay.
and yes, i used to be a uniform.
way before animal rights and stereo compression.
       
        the fever is fading.
the wandering whisper undoubted
feels for a watch in the dark.

no, i do not feed the geese.
it's your turn to wake up screaming.
Written at 10:54 PM by kiai copy machine.
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