Wednesday, January 14, 2009

multitudinous eyes prey on
some leftovers, warmed from
a nuclear microwave machine
with a steel cage and two birds
caught in crisis, modern ends
mean little bends and deviations
to straight up fucking crazily
maddening moments of sheer
decapitations and desperately
seeking silos, to fire away into
the stratosphere and explode
a rainbow prior to liquefying
en mass, blind and muted,
eye closes my I with the
remote and the lenses
to my lid.

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