Sunday, January 28, 2007

one song...glory...one song...glory...one song...glory...one

somepath

mr. director i
honestly see myself as
fierce, proud, and racy enough for
daytime t.v.

if you have a cat and
you put the litterbox in
the kitchen there'll always be
crap in the kitchen.

i liked scanners because
it was so meaningless within
itself. you have to craft a meaninglessness
like that--

not unlike god, with a mealworm
in the palm of his broad hand, on the
first, second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth day.
that shit's inevitable.

1 comment:

d. chedwick bryant said...

i enjoy your blog--poems are great/this one reminded me of a Billy Collins poem,when he talks about stuf, like the victoria's secret catalog, everyday things become pictures in his head, and come out as these poems that make others think differently too.