Tuesday, March 20, 2012


the compass on this thing is defective
why would shoppers even need to know where North is?
a nuclear zipper opens, with the sound of
a bus splitting in half

holding hands, we stand watching our grocery carts fight to the death
mangled steel, shattering groceries, stuff oozing
from the trolleys' mesh like Medusa's hair defecating

cool” “the last bottle of cardiac shampoo on the shelf”
thy poor hairy heart”
with such emotion they battle, with such fight”
valor and passion, hypothalamic backwards through space”

to me, they're doing it with such sterility – exactly as
you'd imagine shopping carts fighting might do
I miss the human behavior element in the kinked wire mesh
I keep my mouth shut about this:
it's exactly like talking with a closed mouth

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