This Is Not Art

Poetry to Split the Social Order

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Better

veins stretched to the earth
burrowing down into the center of the heart of the heat of the world
To destroy the demon lurking inside
of this world that is a cancer
A cream colored abnormality
with vomit bumps and bruises
I am wet inside like a cave
I am a battery caked in crud
The planet is a Giant
and I want it to Die
with me inside



I Think This Will Get Better

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