Friday, September 15, 2006

Silver Toast

Eating plums is like eating bruises
a most delicate modular feeling
it's simply boring to bite
down to the bone
in public arenas.
A month goes by, I'm sleepy
making myself generous
to the pink in my skin
rubbing salt blue cream,
oil scented with musk,
"may I objectify you?"
"why of course!"
it helps push art into politics into science,
it folds when I recline
pushing something hard, it tasted
like blood severe and yellow-
I could taste it on the dash.
Suddenly there's no more money
"my experience is such that..."


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