Sunday, May 2, 2010

conditions

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now and again some toward man                             with a pulse
may pass a   c  a    s   u  al     glance over the burnished         rot
of your plagiarized  thoughts                                       , and feign
s  o  m  n  a  m  b  i  v  a  l  e  n  c  e                           SO THAT YOU,
(           whose only infinite character is as a fool for flattery     ,)
may for a            moment                     fancy     yourself a picture
a n d  n o t   a     p   u   z   z      l  e            p        i                     ss,
so heavily affected                                 and boringly tragic when
inevitably broken apart and sprinkled back                   into some 
                                                                                      flimsy box
interred into the shallow sw  e  e  p       of    long-haired gr a    ss
,                    and things that actually last                                     ,
                     you succinct and unremarkable little mess.
(not even the sublimest delusions of      l o ve and love   li   ness
stop nails in coffins in lonely plans & plots for even just a patch
of     t                 i                     me       less                             ness.

to bear a faggot or to be enflamed-
and thus they hasten to the end, and thus are shamed.)


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