Friday, August 2, 2013

4553. MAKE MINE DISPOSABLE LENTILS

MAKE MINE
DISPOSABLE LENTILS
I haven't the time for lending, a bird would
have more crumbs. My second-hand clock
bears no longer any second-hand worth
referring to. It runs backward at will and takes
turns shading the light. The countdown from
this place would land no man on a moon for sure.
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Everything I once did, now bold, once obscure,
sees a new version by the deft reporter's hand.
...
I too am Carlos Danger, running rampant, flip
and haughty over this pathetic land : caliber
cabinets, photos of the unseen, my long Israeli
member flapping in its wind. C'mon now, please
forgive me. Let this go, make an amend. I will
eat this humble food, if you just let me in.

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