Sunday, February 21, 2010

pome



Kevin Leung

Wild, be heart with me
Exclusive doorbells keep talking
Scratched discs bend forward
Show me Samsara again just one more time.
Idiocy a pale orange
West the sun goes dow;;n
Hi Welcome to McDonald's may I
No but I can read you a poem.

Windows scroll downward biblically
The eyebrows on the cashier--oh how they pain!
For hideous survival theater:
Non-theo night lights the Cruelty of a kid's toy
Is the production of happiness sweet happiness


Immediacy of language betrays me
relays the reclusive unicorn
habitual seatbelt nostalgia the text-crow's need
to excrete what ghosts inside us.



heart,
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