Month: March 2012

the patient is hanging by a thread

I hear 
people
wishing
THESE THINGS
on each other

#$!&&!@%!%@%@%!^PEACE@$!%!$#!$!$!@^&*!!

is a disrupter.

 

Can you imagine if
it ever actually
showed up?
They'd
box it up
study it
thermomotize
its ass.

 

 

they held on

Rumors would
  begin,
  disagreements
  that this thing's
  not what we
  signed on for.

Somewhere,
  I think there
  are men
  in white labcoats
  who stoke fires
  just in case we need them.

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atop my head
  my body's
  natural prejudice
  starts in
  and
  I begin
  tilting
  down
  and
  to the left.
God snickers
  and I flatter myself
  that it's me.
Silly
  in the way
  it's
  repeated.
All I want
  is my own 
  moment
and my own
  glass of poison.

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I watch the neon
  curl through the air,
  sing out gravel
  the way old men do,
shadowbox.
It's the right cross
  that's the killer.
It
  cleaves the world
  in front of you
  it
  makes shaky introductions
  between
  the you
  that you hoped
  you weren't
  and
  the nothingness
  you've never known
  'till now.
You see?
They look for killers
  in all the wrong
  parts of town.
Hot dogs do it more
  than guns
  and
  burgers more than both.
The trick is in
  just you
  not caring
about the odds
  or the neon
  or
  that varnish you get
  on the way
  to the sawmill.