Thursday, July 21, 2011

i take no responsibility for any of this

In the west I see clouds stacked up
pancake style,

except dark grey like the barrel of a gun
and just as ready to burst.

A high pressure no sunshine system
we got here,

but tacos I got and tacos I eat.
Abraham kills Isaac,

God stops him not. What of that
story and that time?

I avoid what I cannot understand,
but rather I read

the op-ed than the comic strip.
The flowers on my casket:

paint them grey and green,
a tiny bit of red.

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