Taught to look
At all angles
Of looking
To know
The backside
Of light
And how it sneaks up
On a sphere
Taking the course
Of completing the non-sequiturs –
Plaid and polka
Dots and squares
Bald-heads with hair
The strain of finding
The hero
Outside the home
Of the mirror
To stretch out the arms
In suffering and supplication
To anoint oneself
With upended ejaculate,
Hoping to miss the mouth
To love oneself
Without the obvious
Pressure of performance
The dust in the street
Is the right vehicle for viruses
The tread of weary travelers
Mocking themselves,
Riding randy and shoddy
Over shame,
the pirate in the pilate program
condemned to preside
over a zealous father's
ever-flattened, fatuous
world-view.
-jim hill (4-2-02)
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
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