a poem for today, 19 August 2012

a poem for today, 19 August 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of six sentences and its image]

The idea behind the book, nutty as it might seem, is to teach assembly language as your first language.
When it comes to dreams and castles in the air, I've the soul of a millionaire.
We have had forbidden conversation; we have had oral intercourse; we are bound in telling story on story with nothing but the facts. 
I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.
The edge of the canvas is rather damaged, but the central panel is in good condition.
Privilege is not something you can turn off.

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