I.
Children
of inertia

we click
our buttons

adjust
our settings

yet the world
refuses to be toggled.

II.
Immersed in the obscuring gray distance
of post-modern compartmentalization

the ghastly smashing of primate skulls swirls lazily
around the cluttered vortex of alienation we call self.

(Is it simply the nature of every universe
to fly apart at the speed of astonishment?)

03/23/2011

Author's Note: Please check out my new book! ;)>

Posted on 03/23/2011
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