a poem for today, 16 September 2012
[a word-sorted sonnet of thirteen sentences and its image]
Fuck High Schools, Grad Schools and Nursing Homes.
Ask where the local Islamic radicalization center is.
We need some stock footage of raging marines.
Fashion is the armor to survive everyday life.
Wow, check out the personality on this chick.
There was no one else on the street.
I guess one gets the face one deserves.
That’s a great idea, but here’s the rub.
You could be a person that likes people.
Auto-correct has got to be my worst enema.
I was sexualized at too early an age.
But a jump implies more intention and grace.
Real life isn't like that.
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