a poem for today, 3 March 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of eight sentences and its image]
In a radical reversal of sensibility, that which used to cause some folks to lose their lunch - the depiction of perversion - now pushes product.
Word up.
A distinction should be made between the far future and the immediate future.
Get out and find back yourself.
I don't like disco.
In a monstrance of glass and topaz, I would put the earth soaked by his blood.
It's everybody's mall Sudoku.
All my life I have seen only troubled times, extreme divisions in society, and immense destruction; I have taken part in these troubles.
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