PoetryJuly 14, 2007 11:49 am
I get high when i finish these:
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malaria is not the subway(stop)
men standing underground on platforms(stop)
(a recorded white voice advises as
a man sings for currency)(stop)
grafitti in the dark tunnels
air condtioned metal containers
blinking light. light. light.
he was borne under yellow light;
impregnated by a rush of people at 5:20 pm
in and out and dancing with each other while
avoiding eye contact he sings to them
we see parasites(stop)
she said malaria is the most fascinating
scare she has read, it only affects the poor
it only infects the weak near standing water
in countries with people a different color
read in lines of a well distributed magazine
she salavates at the persistance of something
so small and its' immense devestation
it is small in relative terms
an idea is small and intangible
a parasite can be dissecected and
studied by an man in maryland inside a strip
a vaccine to an idea is another idea
absorbed into folds of brain tissue
malaria is not the subway(stop)
men standing underground on platforms(stop)
(a recorded white voice advises as
a man sings for currency)(stop)
river in the heart of darkness
a spector sun through trees
beating light. light. light.
she was borne under sun light;
impregnated by a rush of blood in the dark
racing in and out with each other
coursing the system she sleeps with them
we see parasites(STOP)
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