a poem for today, 6 June 2012

a poem for today, 6 June 2012

[a letter sorted sonnet of twelve sentences and its image]

The drive does not originate in the anatomy.

I want to see the sun blotted out from the sky.

There's some real actual life going on here.

I know there’s got to be one more bell to crack.

What kind of dining set defines me as a person.

The problem of sexual tension is not resolved.

At the end of a rainbow you'll find a pot of gold.

What if it turned out I invented subjectivity.

Since you only live once, why not do it as a blond.

I want us to semi-consensually Other each other.

I want what I want; deal with it.

Nosferatu doesn't eat cheese.