22 September 2009

waiting room #1 / blah blah panic

Waiting Room #1

transfixed by me-ness
the uniformity of actualization

"Represent us! Dance our dance!
These here our potholes
Need your attention, now!
You may ignore the other
(he is
(she is
Not our handicap, nor is
Spread upon our 12-grain bread
Hand us that knife, and be prompt!"


There's no reason to panic
keep yr heart, bottle
& ball yr fists, now what to do but
explode, uncoil, strike
venom on this child's tongue

Do not panic, do not
it's more like a bite
now-then curl up,
let the screaming circulate
none of the smallest will survive.

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