Tuesday, May 03, 2005

I'm keen on your disaster.

How is it?
Fresh and young?
Your disaster.
Or did it age?
Fade and gag.
Unsound and stickers.
Noun verb end in the sex.

I'm keen on your endlessness.
The doom in your trodden marks.
You can't resist, you can't give it up.
Lashed to the gear. Hunker down.
Serve it fresh. Or old and stale.
Black to white in a blink.

How is it now?
Still there I expect.
Forget to remember the next time.
It will be back and you will respond.
You have lost it lost it lost it forever.
And that's what fascinates me.
You died and now all you have is the
disaster. You died a long long time ago.
Curious, very curious.
I am keen to see this through.

No comments: