Monday, January 31, 2011

Nonchalance In the Face of Overwhelming Space and Time Forever

Gross old sick earth head,
like thousands of artists of the 19th century
I am disappointed, depressed

and vague.

If only my full body afro-wig
would arrive

or halo
to frit
the goopies.

1 comment:

  1. Will not the fur arrive upon the starseed spat by God? Or words to that effect. Enjoyed the morning's poems - thanks for them.


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