31 August 2007

inky despot (a dateline exclusive)

A.

how come
you go out one side
you come in the other
how that gonna work
how that be real
not even mention
the dots we eat
how come

B.

your throne is weak
your carpet threadbare
your eyes belie a grave truth
your slack mouth
your immaculate forearm hair
your creased ears and
your cigarette bruises
your time is up asshole

C.

at dawn we rose
and went to funplex
it was the same
as any other day
and we laughed and spent
our currency
broadly
at dawn

D.

inky
pinky
blinky
clyde
i ate them all
and now what

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