Monday, February 23, 2015

Scavenger Homecomming


Come whenever, with us or by yourself, back into all the decent garbage.
That shit is mine and yours and my neighbor, who I'm kind to, didn't want it. So..
Come.
Extra frustrated with glorified static as you see it.
Alert, raccoon-like, and useful as you are.
When you dream awake about ignoring this or that.
After you make your nuanced curses
on the altar of the pile of sheared bolts
Maybe hear, you can -
and come sheer them yourself.
This is an act of practice; intended for you to give it something to mean.
Bring out your paper to the fire for the fire - aren't you sick of that offer?
All those metaphors about ants,
When everyone is visible and transparent.
Come check out the effects of the externalizing charm though, also.
You don't have to go far from your own backyard to coin the phrase.
Come to find out – ugly by now, with all the things pointed out.
Crumpled and agitated with no new synchronizations.
I can see why you would be uneasy about the future prospects.
With each gathering perhaps a little more forced of sound.
Gotten it out combined with what's the point tiny.
Certain illness
on sale today.

Come look at the prism of divergence from culture. Dare you chop with your words.
You got it in you.
With little power comes little responsibility.


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