Wednesday, January 25, 2006

1822

Standing water
Breeds mosquitoes
Therefore they fired
Everyone here

Parts of the statue
That wouldn’t make it
Heaved from the side
Of the cornfield

I told the truth
I liked how it sounded
They overheard me
Now I’m the king

Smooth jazz
And mysterious smoke
Coming from cracks
In your alibi

Who named me
Said the infant
And what were they
Taking for their cold

We will prevail
Said the nightmare
On the edge of the cliff
At sunrise

I love it here
Said the movie star
In the box marked
Previously-viewed