He asks a metaphysical question
of a book jacket with a chubby.
He feels sheepish.
He becomes a sheep.
He starts a ridiculous press.
It publishes the unwilling ones,
the ones who have something to say.
And refuse to say it.
He likes to flip through the pages
of these books, this refusal...
He died.
It didn't suffice.
Well, there was the loom thing
for a while but that ended.
He grows seriously phobic about poets.
He begins to nickname poets things like "Deimos," "Phobos," "Enyo," etc.
He draws a line through Brooklyn.
He keeps guessing how many years old
a rock is which he picked up off the street.
He sees the poem as weird chubby insurance.
He believes in the power of separated freaks.
He lives in a state that starts with the letter Z.
He wonders how he continue to receive mail
due to the oddity of this true fact.
He is amused by the way birds shove existence around,
outside the TARGET store
with its big red spheres made of unknown substance.
He's a tad jealous.
Nobody believes he will ever complete anything.
He points out that the radio never completed anything either.
He thinks this is his best defense
and he is sticking to it.
Monday, November 30, 2009
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