Jan 26 2008

Shouting horse

Published by Little Eye at 6:01 pm under Metapoetry, Psychology

In the dervish tube, laced
Brain scan - inconclusive
Genius can’t be traced

Group prepares for PH>D.
I know who I am: 0ne
Do you know who you Art>:D

I know what is really mine
They’re hiding behind a scratch pad
Some one passed the flatuscents line

Drug time, poison the lung
Four times a day, Pavlov
Saint James has a raw gun

Like a rat caught in cheese
Smelly cheese, tasty cheese
The food is for the drone

There is a bee line for the phone
Daddy, daddy, why don’t you speak
Oh shit, my son is a Greek

One art project I won’t let go
I know that one was low blow

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