Thursday, June 12, 2008

Illegal

(A REVISED POEM, BUT NOT MUCH BETTER)

Is it illegal if I play with my how
Or just if I let anybody know now?
You can play with yours and I won't mind,
I won't turn you in, not if the sun won't shine
And not if the deaf go blind!
Oh, crap, I know this stuff's so hard to figure,
So soft in the herd, so deep in the belly,
So stiff in the spine and so far bent over,
So much too much for any of us to be refined
That even if I drew you a picture
You'd want to see less and know more
Until it'd all been shattered in the end,
Reduced to something looking less
Than some figment or some shadow,
Some touch of mostly always merely sin
That just won't impress us--we're so jaded.

2 comments:

  1. That's good. But when's the last time you did anything illegal? Probably no better than me.

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