January 25, 2006

sedimentary static.
Cyclic upon arrival,
nothing more than the tan lines from the bathing suits
or strings that serve as covers
for the crotch of man kind.
hairless and faceless and humorless

sandless all smooth those lines away.
slipping stoicly, still screaming silently,
abundance of thought and proportion of need
pressing matters prepare material paper matter.

stained clothing shoved into the mouth
choking back stuttering words