a poem for today, 10 July 2012
[a syllable sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
There's a land to burn out everything that you've learned.
Love is blindness.
If you’ve already turned your nose up at this, then you can go fuck a light bulb backwards and unfollow me now.
I never thought I would be a prom queen.
You must have known I had nothing to lose.
I’ve been trained to walk off a heart attack.
It’s safer that way.
Differences do not threaten panoptic power; they feed it.
The gullible consciousness is late in relation with the lying consciousness, which is trying to maintain its advantage.