July 29, 2015

Going home to your electric toys.

Working for millennia
Thinking about
When’s it done
When’s it done
I don’t want it
Resisting it
I want it

That
Contact probing hand
That
Electric ozone sizzling air
That
Glass blossom perfect nipple fit
That
Mylar pompon crackle
That
65,000 volt finger release

O!
So
Many
Tiny
Teeth!

Poetry

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Keep it up. I first started writing poetry in 7th grade. It was an English class assignment, the first one I’d ever had where I was aware enough to have read