Monday, March 14, 2005

All Beggars

counting money mind numbers columns think exactitude two brains three fourth is sex we are all beggars we are all modernists indulged in nostalgia down comforted well fed insulated aging well enough for now our kind crime house melting afternoon ink powdered sense wave who comes talks acts are its own reward constructed in shots like life focus tight surrounded blur hum thought condensing on the coated glass

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