a poem for today, 16 June 2012

a poem for today, 16 June 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]
I know where you live motherfucker.
Let our enemies be his enemies.
Organic minds are such fragile things.
Well I'll be dipped in shit.
Don't you see, it's a choice.
Once I went to a hotel.
Spend a little more time there.
Public castration is a good idea.
You may elicit a few volunteers.
Miss honey paints herself up like Vincent Van Gogh, all fucked up and shit.
I honestly think you should sit down calmly, take a stress pill and think things over.
Not being able to go and get ice cream without someone assaulting you, that's kind of annoying.

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