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Monday, February 25, 2008
THEIR GOOD INTENTIONS AN ACT OF AGGRESSION
The specifics of this rosebush
Have now made my fingers tingly,
I am a kinetic sculpture of a man
Sitting up straight,
In love with my wife my hands
Stroking her hair.
When I get home from the rising tide of paper
I have the strength to kiss her in the kitchen.
She is so alive, hungry,
And I am unshaven. It's nothing like I thought it'd be,
It's better. The antipodes of New York City
Is somewhere in the Indian Ocean --
I'd better stop digging
When I get to the molten core.
posted by Jordan