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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Lines from Club Charles

v. cancer moon

Strange world out everywhere
hopelessly in total control.

Bacon by the overpass curling thru windows
and people get evermore starry eyed.

Extraordinary bullshit is upon us.

Look through the windows of cars at their standstill,
Caligulas of human rights braiding death on the interstate,
the wear and tear real as the tears
forced out by 5 p.m. glare.

I’ll light my fires for the rush
of highways and massive architecture,
floundering in antimatter,

broken records made to last,

dust motes snowing in projector rays.

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