As/Is







7.02.2007


those pincers

i'm a storm front
of cigarette smoke
full of so-called ideas
perched on porch on trampoline

some neighborhood kid's
rapping some something
something "bootilicious"
something "bubblegum"

what am i doing
these binoculars
so ridiculous
i want to sleep

i dig the limb eraser
that revision piece
that leg
those pincers