Posted: Tuesday, July 7, 2009 | |


And somewhere along the line, the thread broke.
pooled
into worm lines,
condensed distress sound waves looped, looped, pooled
and the humming mechanical noises that rolled, rolled

humming human rhythms of doubt, that high pitched wwwhhiirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

the thread, Tangled by greater natural forces than itself,
flattened, pooled, and the humming!
walking by, no one noticed a thing.

gravity, that sort this gravity.
taken for granted by humanity, degraded into a question
akin to a tri-town's best place to buy weed
sanity, that brand of insanity


(all the questions ever worth asking are those you learn to forget)

and ribbons, ribbons of heart pump matter FLUSH out into thread, thread
pooled, polled and rolled, oh gravity
scaled for it's background, you see, earth captivity, life size (relevant)
against a tile and infinitesimal against the Tuilerie.

I ONLY ASK YOU TO PLACE YOURSELF

why do you insist upon the impossible task of fortune telling, this that works works NOT
how do you imagine that
I can imagine that

AND TO BE HUMANLY CAREFUL IN YOUR LAZY ABSOLUTISM

and to take of the consequences, to take
responsibility. and it would only take a word, but you test me
thread, pooled, rolled,
and wait for my conviction
a man, but yet, unable to take responsibility
for the weight words
get with
gravity

1 comments:

  1. abby said...
  2. unique and lovely. You have a distinctive voice you know?

    "a man, but yet, unable to take responsibility
    for the weight words
    get with
    gravity"

    Love that.

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