Tuesday, November 24, 2009

i am

i am a crack in plaster
a ripple
in two hundred dollar paper

a glisten
falling down a newly porcelained

stormy puppet
with knotted strings
umbilical scarf

born purple as plum
i hang myself

i am disgrace
for ease of consumption

the face for radio
in a television world

i am that ruin
that moves everything away
from perfect

i want to be your parasite

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