Archive for July, 2010

table

See      a          table

Simply              on

A table,                        now,

Now

What                is,

Is

It but a table

Now.  But a table.

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Someone left the low, awe, lights on the walls.

They leave

noises

with them.

The ceilings are left open.

Not to

mention

you breathing in the stove,

Plath.

Picking apples from

the eating worms

Thinking

what don’t I mean

dirt.

Listening to the radio or

stereo.                                                                                Sounds better.

The Greatest Magic Trick

Lights Up.

We see a man in a black suit and tie, with white shirt, enter stage right and stop center.  He places his hands on the sides of his head and pulls his head off and kicks it stage left.

Blackout.

Curtain.