Wednesday 28 September 2011

TEXT MESSAGE 1

i'm seeing 
intense imagined spite
in the 
innocent intended kindness

(my furious fear
is a naked uncool satchel
a shoulder bag weeping and wailing and
stuffed and compressed 
with steaming complicit delusions-
its EXPLODING and unzipping and
it
reads 
THINGS 
in the 
NOTHINGS)

its only
an
integrated template 
some seasonal interphone message . . .
 
but a incensed cold rage covers me
in
doorless windowless
ice

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