Poems from The Typewriter Binge of 2003, page 8

coffee, cup four

 

 

1/4     1/2     1/4     1/2

 

there is no meaning here

                       none there

                       or anywhere

                                else

 

               so quit trying to make

               every minutia mean something

 

 

             —–         —–         —–

 

 

cigarette six

 

sex   sex   sex   everyone loves it

or so we suppose we are supposed to feel.

sex   sex   sex        how  About  Some?

                          and how

                             About    mmmooorrreee  ???

                 sex sells we love to buy in

 

 

            —–            —–           —–

 

                 &%#’gfhj *,,,

 

                  ( B U T   W H A T   D O E S   I T   M E A N ? )

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