Posted by zeugma on March 16, 2004, at 20:51:10
“I don‘t feel right”
So I need help
Tongues time themselves on the radio
Describe to me
The formulas
The fragments that self destruct
“the instant replay showed they should have won”
Words from silence, salience
While desire compels,
Not helping us or getting anything across but
Time is a movement disorder and it’s my limbic system,
My solitary weathervane
That is causing me to shake inside and
There were many deaths
Many crawlspacesWhile we experience the fact that, simultaneously
“fires darkened much of the borough”
Time alone is the constant
For words to grope at
The tongue times itself
we share its emergencies
poster:zeugma
thread:325095
URL: http://www.dr-bob.org/babble/write/20040102/msgs/325095.html