As/Is







6.14.2004


in a revolution in reverse

I found your life

deadened slightly but secure

it was my life

less a thought

then a feeling

a thought without a thing

a thing object

with god veneer

a new deal

a burning plan for napalm

brought to you by

fatigue with a gun

fashionable and obese

hence beautiful and dead

technologically pure

always flexible and expanding

I call for a moment

rediscover an object

it was me

minus a feeling

a proverb of pure things

a revolution in reverse

slightly deadened but secure