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.
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.
You can't be a pimp and prostitute too.
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.