a poem for today, 3 August 2012
[a letter sorted sonnet of thirteen sentences and its image]
They bought their position with saccharine and trust.
Do not use for drying pets.
It is once again a dimension of the crisis of negation.
It rapes my fancy.
You put on a cheerful mask.
I hadn’t been thinking about the concept as a product.
Bite the flash.
Boil off the fuel of night.
Elvis will be watching what you really thought of him.
My dog says hello.
I think he walked outside.
The problem with people who have no vices is that generally you can be pretty sure they’re going to have some pretty annoying virtues.