Tuesday, September 18, 2012

IF I AM FORCED





apathy is an elephant
climbing our backs
stomping our minds to dust


fundamentally?
perhaps,
but what does a rectum
know of etiquette?
it could be chicken fat
but the rectum wouldn't care.
now tell me, is that fair?


well, hell, if i were as smart as you
that's what i would do.

now that you know the truth
just what the hell will you do?

sure, i love you too.


possibly, even probably
but then
if we were to stand
on our heads
and told to look down
would be looking up
or would we
be looking down


"Why don't you write books people can read?"

Nora Joyce to her husband James (1782-1841)


looking for absolution?
you won't find it
at the bottom of a glass.












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