the reef at the edge of the world
the inborn impulse to strangle one's
sexual partners. the reef at the
edge of the whorl. the finger waggling,
the hand of God. hand on a Bible
like a rifle positioned downrange.
downwind, unhinged, boxes of wheat
crackers. the joyous sound she makes
in the morning. focus on that--the
girl you haven't met yet, her beautiful
hair and her beautiful body wrapped
around you like flax becoming lace
becoming silk, maybe. everything evolves.
even sentences into paragraphs and
relationships into prisons. business
is who you know, business is ethical
in the American moonlight empirical.
"i am not curious" and i never will
be but i'm electronic like curtains
ne'er shall be. i'm online and incurable
like a virus on the website about Neptune.
you just wanted to learn about the
solar system. the whole world & its vales,
the whole world for sale, wholesale.
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