a poem for today

a poem for today, 16 February 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of 9 sentences and its image]
The first thing I want to do is show my underarm routine.
Sorry to icky on your moral fiber.
While it is true that everything visible is becoming, it is not true that all becoming is visible.
It is as if our facts were losing their truth.
They are craving for dreams and action, the purest passions, the wildest pleasures, and thus they cast into all kinds of fantasies, and foolishness.
‘Boyfriend’ is just another one of those gross words like 'vagina' or 'love.'
Do you look, I am accident.
Block and move on.
Stand a little out of my sun.

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