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.

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