Friday, March 4, 2011

MOOD LOSING SLEEP OVER STATE OF ITS ENGINE


music as replenishable addiction
dear pedestrians, holding – doing this to the shoulders of depression
above a single special variety of treadmill  
these vulnerabilities are pondered plus the pseudo-dachshund,
doing my hair in a science dream
oodles of devour, sentient broadcast tower spliced into ascension
eaten by its own mutant infrastructure
why do I think it’s either a detailed kidney or a Venn bloodbath?
the I-badly-want-to-die theme park, candy floss bobbing on the fist of the wandering marsupial cosmonaut
ticking UFO, its collective meat
those sickly projectiles, with the power of the mind
stop crying, explored (stop crying explored), its chain of cause and effect
anesthetizing, such as when the fortune teller takes off her pants
showing us how to make gravity a sin

2 comments:

  1. "gravity a sin"- fascinating idea. makes me think of life as purgatory. excellent work throughout this blog.

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  2. thank you. i was beginning to fear it was something Charlie Sheen might have said - 'gravity is a sin!'

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