Sunday, May 30, 2010

924. RANDOM COLLECTIVE

RANDOM COLLECTIVE
They are sitting out in the light.
'Your Honor, my client is a poor
black man.' Whatever he meant, I
did not know : doing the job of a
black man poorly? Or being a
black man with no money?
Surely, he meant one
or the other.
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I tire of things easily:
my spendthrift ways have
killed me, my banners, the
winds have whipped and ruined.
I wonder, when I look at them,
'why is it that red always fades away?'
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Tightrope bicycle accelerator diorama.
The men in the particle smasher are all
famed PhD's, working on a top-secret project.

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