Post-Modern Transgressive

by in_earth

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-09-14 10:03:00

Parent message is 513331
So my being relaxed unsettles you, my lazy-ass smile,
brings suspicion to your eyes, and gives your head
worry-lines? Calm down Tiger, this is Genocide,
the is the global-crematorium, bursting to the brink in devouring flame and I’m cool with that, that’s all –
your bloated self-awareness disturbs me, all tangled up in itself like that. What are you?
Are you afraid of the sexual world out here?
Are you sure you not just shivering on the Perimetre?
I can’t help, I just smile! Wish I could dude,
but you gotta walk that real long mile
before you feel the full affect of truly coming home –
for this is your home, always, forever,
until you die.






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