Letter to the editor

Borges wrote of the cult of the secret,
or the phoenix, but I am not tired as that
if ever short-winded. Three times the suicide
poor morons us have for brain wires all
missed the target. Six billion wombs,
kids, all aching to make six billion more.
New niggers we but we put our heads
in little nooses, with a flower in our ear,
the right one. Poor morons us. Deviation
made the world and there we go whoring
it on the silver screen, lisping away,
or drunk in littler living rooms beating
our heads in for target practice. Poor
confessor me, selling style for honesty.


~ by Jeremy on June 5, 2012.

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