This body weight we take on/
carry as long/as we can
Slip out of skin suit
into a dream/of forgetting
The joke is on us
The punch line is...
I WAS A PIANO ONCE
Your hands upon my keys
turning me harmonic/acoustic
when you plugged me in
i became a keyboard
still stringed/your fingers
my puppetry..
MOTEL D/MODEL T
Rectangular as stagecoach on wheels
Horses turn to horsepowered front
Passengers with driver inside
We drive blackwards into origins
SOON YOU READ HISTORICAL SIGNS
instead of histories
Numbers alone will not save us
Names are changed to protect us-
Google(verb).Yahoo(noun)
Blog(noun/verb)Facebook(verb/noun)
ONE MILLION MICROLOANS
Hopi Corner vs Navaho
CARPENTERS SING BETWEEN BURGLARY AND SKY
"We are too small to fail"
NOSTALGIA INC
"Whatever happens,it was always better before!"
SNAP TO ATTENTION(like crocodile!
Butterfly groaning flipwinged
Song strength is in the line
between horizons and one sky.
(write what you do not know!
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