Saturday, September 20, 2008
untitled
long before
     and long after
the decay of magnetic ribbon ecstasy

the wandering humdrum took the cathedral
under his wigwam heart overhang
and never gave a blank stare
across the continent and smell of glue
the trap set traveling through misspelled feathers

we've all become pillows
we're all under arrest
we might as well be singing
for the terra nova champagne blast of luxury

the appearance of new versions
of things we used to have
throw the boat off course
Written at 11:07 PM by kiai copy machine.
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