come clean
did you ever
pierce yourself
in the mexican aisle
at two in the morning
i didn't know
they were
starting to group
on the pontoon boat
i was almost
on my knees
running
every two minutes
to be a nice guy
who's calling you
to grab your ankles
in the bathroom
i'm gonna make
money off you
now
you want me to
weight your body
and i'm going
he cannot have you too
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Saturday, January 12, 2008
idealists on the funeral train
after trying to be positive about the
notion of a man born of polite language
a woman exclaims that
historical consciousness won't
help rabbits reproduce
a girl with a note cannot
resist ending each paragraph with
culturally active theory that
controls elements of society
with no explained function
prosititues and subordinate heroes are like
two issues on adjacent shelves
lovely but the first chapter says
a great deal about mobilizing
a trickle-down faith in a dominant world
the leading disciple owns the idealists
and comes into a room clueless
he is interesting to the people who
took the funeral train
he will be cemented by achieved gain
in the agenda among the classes
(Here's a tip never used: a man who is ignorant of the
damage to the entire share draws the other course of events
to his cheek and gives life where it is likely to be forgotten)
notion of a man born of polite language
a woman exclaims that
historical consciousness won't
help rabbits reproduce
a girl with a note cannot
resist ending each paragraph with
culturally active theory that
controls elements of society
with no explained function
prosititues and subordinate heroes are like
two issues on adjacent shelves
lovely but the first chapter says
a great deal about mobilizing
a trickle-down faith in a dominant world
the leading disciple owns the idealists
and comes into a room clueless
he is interesting to the people who
took the funeral train
he will be cemented by achieved gain
in the agenda among the classes
(Here's a tip never used: a man who is ignorant of the
damage to the entire share draws the other course of events
to his cheek and gives life where it is likely to be forgotten)
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poetry or something like it