I woke up
today
which truly
sucked.
I took a practice
coffee, but it spilled.
I made a faux egg, but it lied.
I drove the truck route
which was flooded.
I woke up
today
which truly
sucked.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
...transfer of power...
a $7,200 Toilet
Duke don't duck the shit
in fact he sits in it
and does his Duke-Stirs
Duke don't duck the shit
in fact he sits in it
and does his Duke-Stirs
Sunday, November 27, 2005
...the ongoing state of the poem....
Selenium Cell
Coiled, for your eyes to see immediately
The glow of the garbage trucks
The immutable metal grind
The stereoed crash of the canister being set down.
In your eyes, this is the event:
Morning’s sounds and the ocular recognition
Blue Birds and blue birds.
Like a calico, sejant-erect, waiting for it to swoop low.
Like a basket’s wicker untaught, thrum’s trap.
Like a cataclysm, but a minor one.
You’ll see. That’s why we have the pictures.
--MR
Coiled, for your eyes to see immediately
The glow of the garbage trucks
The immutable metal grind
The stereoed crash of the canister being set down.
In your eyes, this is the event:
Morning’s sounds and the ocular recognition
Blue Birds and blue birds.
Like a calico, sejant-erect, waiting for it to swoop low.
Like a basket’s wicker untaught, thrum’s trap.
Like a cataclysm, but a minor one.
You’ll see. That’s why we have the pictures.
--MR
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