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