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May 02, 2007

not a labor movement – a thief in the Torrent

Justin Sirois

if nothing else works, starve yourself
lost enough of myself to know you can walk off
anything if you walk long enough
steal from yourself, shelf by shelf, for yourself
length of service & survivors' insurance premium
multiplied by length of intestinal track if unwound
from front door to cul-de-sac, around & back
like a un-spooled soundtrack
only measure my father by the way
he measures my mother
divide the sum
I stole my temper from him & don't let the timbre
perturb your pebbled skin
this instrument growls when plugged with
refinanced slow – you shop for kittens online
when's a good time for a new kitten?
starve yourself of impulsive theft
put back the green tea pellets & oatmeal soap
its not thieving when you're copping a copy
of a copy
kicking fits as the sheets teepee & recess
you & me, lets agree
the most criminal thing would be to steal a kitten
emotionally attached to a little girl maybe
the idea of kitten is so different than the actual kitten
you can steal ideas if there's an
infinite number of the same idea
infinite number of the same kitten
share folder full of milky eyed purring
in Dubai there's a man made island in the shape
of a stolen kitten
my temper is of a Persian origin
a house without an emperor is a house filled
with echo & heft
half Haight & half organically grown polystyrene
my violent people
nothing works unless you're a little selfish
my violent people
look the other way when I'm downloading
mother loads of free
in this virtual kingdom unicorns became popular
about the same time pirates did
but somehow they never met
united, they could have liberated every
college age sloth in
Half & Second Life
in my pocket
on the jump drive
there's a Living Will with burial instructions & last rights
rip & burn me like a Viking
the first pirates downloading wind &
shucking guts like corn
divide the number of corporate jets
by the number of sweat pants
throw the remainder into mum torrents
pray they don't prosecute
sever a head & it will broadcast
clear channels of satellite television
for ten sweet seconds
hold the head over your head for better reception
ask the head to open its mouth
teeth & tongue pointed at the fatherland
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at May 2, 2007 12:07 AM