1 Aug 2008

taste of vision

Mutated / against the nature of the favoured transient image / fascism in bubbles of time / storm troopers take up their wings / already atrophied / bloated with promise / fecund death / compost in which to plant ridicule / knowledgable obscurity and fingers with dirty nails into the corners of eyes / gouging / extracting the bauble and its optic nerve / laying it the length of the face / gazing downward rosy tinted / once took hold of such a bauble and held it an inch from my mouth and said / can you hear me / a joke in my head / teeth no lips / let go for it to bounce off the cheek like an executive toy with no friends / stretched a little further / placed in owners mouth so that they might gaze down their own throat / a taste of vision…

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