Sunday, March 28, 2004

I'm trying a new style. Poem.

Oh Daddy

what are you what are you doing
why is this locked not locked locked

I’m just going to stand here
pound until shut it!
Shut it! no you don’t Shut it!
Shut up and shut it shut it
please shut it oh now there’s no
shut it... oh.

A dark horse in the living room. My mother sips
mint tea reads Agatha Christie the rubber plant
touches the ceiling the clouds fog or is it
smoke crawl in through the windows
they are shut shut it! shut it! I stand naked
in the corner and quiver there’s humming a blank

a blank spot shut it
shut it oh
shut it

Disturbing, much?

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