Wednesday, November 10, 2010

What Is The White Bump On My Lip Piercinh

Revolutionary Letter # 1


I just realized that the bonus is I
have nothing
money for ransom, nothing to break or exchange that life
my spirit determined, fragmented, scattered
on the roulette table, I can repay all who
nothing to put under the nose of the maitre de jeu
nothing to push out the window, no white flags
this flesh is all I have to offer, making the game with
this head here and now, and what is behind my move
while crawling over this edge, always going
(hopefully) between the lines.

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