Wednesday, October 15, 2008

69 - Moist Attempts at Eroticism

Because there was a necessity,
somewhere an edge to it,
how close to the catastrophe,
does air still have lead in it?

Isn't it great,
how none of this,
has happened before?

Furniture, Laminate, Server, Calculus, Footwear, Pencils.

Aren't you glad to be here?

Poem from 1999 - Eschatol Bridge

To live the life you want you must leave the life you have. Between this wherever and that forever is a finite span of pain with depth unkno...