Saturday, February 28, 2009

new poem

"Possible Notes (my brain is on fire)"

these crawling bitches will terrorize

the garden, and though your lawn will remain

unchanged, there is still a curse somewhere

in this building, leaving you to wait

restlessly in the lobby. Did you forget

to get the right groceries? Prepare to be

more plump, more unhappy during your middle years,

years and years and still I do not remember

you, my dear and darling

Acrobatic Shotgun Wizard

BANG BANG!, I say,

but no one can

hear me here

in aisle 6


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