Monday, March 22, 2010

What passive violence we allow (draft)

a strange humidity in the house--
a cat gut glutted with grass
i will permit this
stink and judgement
this etc of sounds
that all sound like
an awful start I can only tell


that something is building,
not what, where
something that won't allow
me to loose the muscles
of my shoulders this is a quiet
poem, full of timid
things, like the belly hair I shave,

more, more, more, yeah yeah yeah
where's a cigarette

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