from: a day in the life of p.
subpress collective, 2002
may the birds proclaim unclean sympathetic vibration for the sirens of the night
may the bugs and worms find a station that brings direct service to the distant ones.
may I not stop before death or a photo copy of death.
may the books on the shelves preserve a hearty dust collection.
may phantasmic abundance accrue with a psychosis twinge.
may the objects too numerous to mention cease to cause consternation -
cease to talk back in their continual banter -
cease to swallow the heads of their previous owners.
may the street waiters in soiled clothes and may the floating paper winds find a score suitable to relinquish self serving components.
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