a poem for today, 17 October 2012

a poem for today, 17 October 2012 

[a word-sorted sonnet of eleven sentences and its image]

You’re plight isn’t your fault; crossdressers are to blame.

Academia creates the abject in an alarmingly stark way.

If you can't raise consciousness, at least raise hell.

This area has been declared a prostitution free zone.

Paradoxically, it takes time to become what you are. 

Death will cure many of the desire for immortality.

I think I’m falling for your contributions to materialism. 

Nothing that would interfere with our very erotic lifestyle.

There is a plasticity of the real to language.

Once you’re in the game you can’t age naturally.

A sentence cannot begin with because, because, because is a conjunction.