Amnesiac brain spiral
as far as the eyes can see.
Godlike, naïve angst,
Then…
fly or die
in search of sand in the Vaseline.
Lock & load,
it’s fun to steal spare parts.
Public warning, unsupervised,
a spectrum of infinite scale
made from technetium.
Adios, boys and girls in America,
I’m sorry I’m leaving.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Poem-A-Day: Day 588
Thoughts on a Rack
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