Saturday, September 27, 2008
suddenly forced forward as poetry
poetry as an eruption. how it comes up like yesterday’s vodka. no sleep tonight, or not yet. puke it into a toilet. pressed cheek against a sewage seat that hasn’t been cleaned for at least a month. curious how it can be so vile. erupts like a tupperware party ulcer. a long narrow band of sarcasm and unhappy women who couldn’t possibly care about plastic boxes when they could be kissing on each other. erupts like water and mucus shoots out the orifice of a whale. or hairballs on the rug. wait till it dries, it’ll be easier to pick up. eruption as a forced exit of something soft from something hard. really hot or really gross. erupts from a pore in earth. or a nostril. erupts because it does. as it is.
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