The joy of giant vases,
but the shelled-out stone art,
and the man’s eye’s wander sharply
to the left and attack his laptop,
his ego flowing over the sides
of a hard restaurant booth,
and I feel the wish
expand, the wish to destroy,
the wish to eradicate humans,
starting with myself.
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#1 by Seabell on April 13, 2012 - 6:21 am
Somehow I understand… 🙂
#2 by Carl on April 18, 2012 - 9:51 pm
Thank you for your comment! I appreciate it!