Saturday, July 17, 2010

A thousand broken barrels
I have never seen such a thing

My world is too new
And too precise in its occupations

Of tiny lights
And tiny voices – I can tell you

The stories of unreasonable lives

But industry, commerce
I know nothing

The movements of men
Broad back and arms turning the world

Triumph and death in the thousands
Cannot touch the sofa

The comforter
Coffee in a cardboard cup

Children die
For the sake of blondes and hyphens and special features –

The glossy mask
Lain over the desert by lazy Eros

And his fat henchmen
Of which I must count myself one

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