Saturday, September 06, 2008

2035

CLAY FEELS GOOD

My son is asleep

I'm out of bacon

Noise in the nursery

Noise in the open hole in the ground
My days without any kind of tv are numbered

Red
Blue
Red

Cherry-finish
Plain green bamboo placemat

The archive is quite the meat market

Car chase between a mini-bus

And a blimp-mobile

Car chase between a three-wheeler

And a police cart

The police cart circled
By bicycles

I am disgusted with my terror state

IT
FEELS
GOO