Sunday, September 30, 2007

mise en spectrum

sleep on the western horse
where you’re feeling lead

on my sword

if you can feel the trashcan turn
you’ve got a problem

I have saved all my weapons

I saw bacon kneel
on her head a crime

she sucks her suntanned water

a prism never to you
like beams where there’s oil

a Dunkin’ Donuts
where I asked for more