a poem for today

a poem for today, 11 April 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
I got a hopscotch teardrop ready to go.
Off is the general direction in which I wish you would fuck.
Let us see Humanity. 
I'll never buy you another meatball sub with extra sauce. 
I'm giving you an order. 
A single bullet can never destroy the beauty of fascism. 
You can still hear our song. 
It's how to confront aggression and you do it and it's like boom. 
But, now they are all dead. 
It is more of an act than a text, perhaps, but not act enough. 
I just want someone to love me. 
Think about it. 

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