Published October 6, 2008
How the cards fall
depends on where the players stand
knee deep in ear drippings
of liquid cortex fascination
premature ego vaccination
cut the chord, count the dead
tell me now what does this
death rattle spray
remind you of?
Hope and decay?
or the same recycled carbon
biological biography of
steaming entrails entice
our shying mesmerized captivation
in eyes that minds regret to confess
eons of silly human prejudice
while the Gods finger paint
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Why, thank you. Just for that, and because I'm an arbitrary buffoon, have all of my points.
I really like the poem. I don't know how to explain it, but I can tell you it was beautiful. Not in the happy fake poem kind of way.