Wednesday, June 30, 2010

this regularly scheduled broadcast

there's a sound
humming beneath my fan,
layered, and bitter
it blends into those backgrounds,
backgrounds that I create
from my nothing-sense of everythings-
considered concrete and so forth,

We are sorry to interrupt-

you say though,
that it's more
slender legs taunting
on high heels,
hidden dreams and obvious fantasies,
of which I'm----

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're back!

too brain dead to argue

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