As/Is







7.08.2008


frogs

world seemed stupid enfolded in silence
its passengers kept in buckled tight
through tunnels and fuckedups
and overloaded exploded

we shouldn't but those eyes straight ahead
and wisdom departed and wavings and video games
lightheaded scraping the bowl of midnighted sadnesses
like sands exhibited a truth blindfolded w thingy wings

late hours later arrivals bland
there's never enough of this
every red cent spent on gimmicky
that the frogs continually hop up