Thursday, December 25, 2008

On My Soap Box

Jack's hotel was

Black and Styrofoam and

When he slept it

Creaked and crept

Down further t'ward

The city.


And when he woke

He rose and

Looked out of the window.

He saw a million

Passersby all

Rushing to

Grow old and

Fall to pieces.


Skeletelevision is

The thing of the



Effexorcise is

The thing of the



Lord help us

Kissing is dead.


God save us

Family dinners

Are gone.


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