June 5, 2007

The ideas sit in a refuse can
nasty teeth and claws and mouths and hands
We are only what we throw away.
Love story failed, cliff hanging suspense
novel ideas, shimmering in a toxic
destruction. Comatose.
Heartbeath hearthrob heartattack
stroke sniper silenced.
climbing over the edges, unraveling
uncrumpling, white edges, ink stained blot
marks men that can’t see
thought
idea
mind.

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