a poem for today, 7 July 2012

a poem for today, 7 July 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of ten sentences and its image]
It is estimated that ten percent of the world does not kiss.
I'll buzz you in.
That’s like an archaeologist using archaeological terms and jargon, or a politician using political terms and jargon.
It was not me, it was something other than me and I just didn’t care much for it.
It ate Bozo.
The teeth puncture an evenly spaced series of small holes through the paper as you trace a line.
I tried to get through to damage control but the lines are jammed.
You have the riots you deserve.
Lines should quiver with equivocation.

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