as the suns chains are broken
the grass’s trunks are smiling to the west
waiting for the familiar words to be spoken.
The wonky advice that lends guidance and instruction
to a collective unconscious that is headed for destruction
it is marketed as nutrimentum spiritus.
When it actually strikes fear in us.
From the depths of a heart ocean
comes the seemingly latent reaction
to all the conditioning that our hive endures.
These words are bark on a redwood
and they always dent my mattress
with the precision and effectiveness of a xanax
Friday, August 17, 2007
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