and wednesday, humpday (midweek bison)

by rain70

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-08-13 13:21:00

Parent message is 501222
The flavor of baby aspirin and dupilcate boredom.
I am a fat wooly-man at a parchment table eating his own
Ribs to avoid having to have a spine or a wife.
God, just hungry enough to give up headache
And learn something from the magnetic excitement
Of just opening jars, tapping crush of synapse.

It doesn’t take much to trigger
An addiction to list. Once there’s
Everything, there’s sand. Tiny
Moons flowing through sexy body of
Hourglass. “Man in the sand.”
Painting faces on the grains,
Buffalo on the plains, a moving
Target whos head on the wall doesn’t throb

So it’s worth a shot.