a poem for today

a poem for today, 18 January 2012

[a word-sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]

Judging from your pictures, you hate facts like poison. 

The wind tunnel tells them all the same thing.

Sometimes I text myself a little pick me up. 

I like knitted hats and I like vinyl records.

This is the traditional modus operandi of the sophist.

Without judgement, because it is judgement that defeats us. 

Please try to stop shaking now and just breathe.

Don't ever be yourself, it's the kiss of death.

Let's talk about spout fluid beds, fundamentals and applications.

Desire is the crucible within which the self is formed.

If you're on board you're on board all the way.