that one that says, stop? when we do
not want to. Or the one that says
here we go, like a lamb begging forgiveness.
Of course I've been down the road.
Of course I've gagged deliverance.
You cannot shout without hearing
the reverb of said verb. Language
without an actuary is actually
quite wholesome, still, math w/o
the durress, the unimpressed suburban
teens (teens! still!) looking ho-hum
at the blackboard who am I kidding
POWERPOINT thinking about most recent
sexual encounter and wondering whether
Alpha Phi was "her dish"; Smokestacks
on the land actuary,
( actually )
hover about the
campus--some reminder must seep through
of the industry that wrought it all--someone
must thumb the eye of the Luddites;
smoke tactics above
the land ORDINARY. We believe in leaving
enough evidence behind. Tyco Brahe. Amelia
Air-Heart. I bet my lungs on the stock
market. They sold for more than I imagined,
which is pretty high, because my lungs
are my dad are my heart are my wings
without them I get nowhere
inhaling air, something we call oxygen,
which is really just whatever makes you
live, life istelf, a literal ubiquitous
shround of life, so disguised, is dis-
counted. And so around we sit talking
about football (just another proxy for
war, of course) and Sarah Palin. We
get it, women are sexual.
No comments:
Post a Comment