Monday, January 3, 2011

2069. ILLOGIC AND RULES

ILLOGIC AND RULES
As in a private sphere, we wash our dreams
only with more dreams and clean up the
mess with the resultant disbelief.
In reality, I am nothing next to the
gun beside me; in fantasy I rule
the crumbling world. America
disappears in my brain like
yesterday's cumfest nightmare,
with its little toy robots
yet still running on.

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