Thursday, January 5, 2012

humanstruction



humanstruction

it's a sheep's
brain tomorrow not the sheep's
best day i'd say
without sleep & the nurse

is blurred by slippery
eye muscles, closing in
three vessels full of red
this little god

in me seeks your everlasting
subordination this little science
seeks your biggest
synapse locked down

who went where after the
dumpster of books & paychecks?
note this, they yell take
me serious they pace

teach me heal me give me
boundaries be my best
education my most trustworthy
flake be my last hand

hold it
you are an institution
hold this
you are a moment

dissect:
this midline is warm
can you
feel it

3.27.08

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