January 6th, 2009
I am a tense bundle of
celebration, neural stagnation
and cerebral vacation
while the eternal fizzes
like shaken soda
out orifices through our faces.
always in spaces, non places
the relevance of context becomes an is not
short-circuting psychologically becomes
a clue to me
about the apparent faulty wiring
in a creature that is not a machine
and functions better without
unnaturally routed electricity.
Thought I'd get things started by posting an old poem. =)
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