Monday, August 27, 2012

Simian


That cat needs to remove
my self from its intuition.

I am the kid with the animal box,
a mannequin on an escalator.

I was socialized
with the body of a robot.

My phonographic arrival
is the sound of mummification,

THE RATTLING

heads of babies.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

very good . . .ddl