Friday, March 29, 2013

Move Fast and Break Things

From the top of the table
shattered glass gets swept
into a pink mouth. What the hell?
Eating rabbit and head cheese,
sturgeon and baked Alaska. Making
small talk with the road crew. Spinning
into ecstatic melodrama. Pierced by
sunshine, stroked by anger,
lifted higher than high, so: a miniature
outer space module illustrating how sound
moves through space. Bullshit. Cuts near the elbow, ear,
and ring finger. Post a status update
announcing the end of the world, or
a bad headache, or the idea of closing
in on modernity. Oh my, and a, Boo-hoo.


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