Wednesday, August 26, 2009

holistic

cool cool plastic
make a man out of me
make a small-eyed deer out of unsorted thoughts
make a monarch with crow's feet to make difficult decisions
skip breakfast or work or life today.

chime
notice oft-beskirted men and women,
damp at the crotch and edges of eyes,
curious of sudoku or horoscope or obituary,
smelted and smoked and cured;
perched mundanely amid dust particles,
water vapour, finely tapered.
chime chime chime

cool cool plastic
make a bottle full of oil
with a clearly printed label
and caress with sinking happiness
a surgic'ly constructed wound indifferent to stitch.

chime
notice many feathered flyers,
filled with air and malnutrition,
pillage strong ambivalent backs
of fronts where all the dumpsters live;
scattered timid swirled and sliced
looming great delivery truck
that honks to end a meal
chime chime chime

cool cool plastic
make everything out of me
so that I may not be anything.

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