proletariot complacent: random pieces of matter IV
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
1/20-love is a place (don't go there): she will wait for answers. a viper's nest made of stone statues. disemboweled. a saint's brevity has its fill of blood that day.

1/27-the path traveled: the road to man's ruin is paved in flesh, made from broken parts. held together with tape; salvaged. three sheets until six feet.

1/29-your compliance is ingested: feed. don't think. large becomes extra. just don't stop feeding. don't question. they will make a larger one to cover. feeding feeds the machine. do not slow the machine. caloric bombs carpeting, dropped into the skin from that B52 of a mouth.

2/3-rapid eye revelation: i woke up realizing i was made of glass. a recepticle of clarity at times. half empty or half full as my fluid swings. sharp and bloodletting when shattered.

2 Comments:

At 8:08 PM, February 07, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"I woke up realizing I was made of glass" one of your best lines ever. that says so frickin much. great one cn.

 
At 2:42 PM, February 08, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

"love is a place" is one of my favorite e.e. cummings poems.

 

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