Friday, November 13, 2009

out of your mouth

(by michael peirson)

the familiar language of well known songs
surprises us

the multiplication of 1 & 0
now represent our dreams
of charred bodies of poor people

these horrors are our new capitol

i'll trade you one
dead Afghani baby girl
& some boy's bloody stumps
for your plane hitting the Pentagon

wait just wait

(until it replaces me)

wait just wait

From Individual
to pervert
to monster
to sleazy ghosts

decapitated & queer

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