to wit:


my battlements are as crude as those at Shiloh
yet in the melee i generate clouds of thoughts,
and
drape them in a new-age crumpled, softened bent,
so the decor belies brittle shards of life's lies.

that way i am packaged for delivery next work-day.
and i assume the position. i am not fond of my role.
i'm
but dominoes lined for a slaughtering back-hand slap
then spewing the guts of ordinality, they lie there.

gonna buy me a gun, polish it, caress it, then eat it.
that'll show 'em. that'll teach 'em somethin'...


fin

01/13/2008

Posted on 01/13/2008
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