A strange sunday morning hello

by Bennie

Posted to Utterances on 2003-07-27 04:22:00

holy
h
otrod institutions in the hills
hysteria called, night
without stop or go
rainy p
e
ople in clever fox hats
looking like steve
suddenly and dead
bodies rotting
he was asked to keep writing
fire leapt around it like fine wine and kirkwood
it smel
l
s of urine
buckfast tap-dancing
loners called, heat without gravity
pouring out
horrible area of the world called, medicine
i am 24 years old and like pointy and uncertain
like a dog
to write my be
l
ly
i’m itchy with the hell
o
of my name:
bennie
flu virus and the machine






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