a poem for today, 5 July 2012

a poem for today, 5 July 2012

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

I smell intimacy.

Naked, on a cloud.

I ask you for a verdict of not guilty.

Don’t giggle.

Work is the thing that’s breaking my heart.

Sense is only a vapor which plays at the limit of things and words.

I've tried help.

How exhausting.

You can't be a pimp and prostitute too.

They evolved.

I drape myself over hands that are crooked.

There's only punch in the punch so there is no punch in the punch.

Fuck a bunch of that.

Go forth and spritz.

You need a better mission statement.

I'm not crazy.

Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.