Poetry Archives Bio
December 31, 2004
11:45 PM
soundcheck

one two
overshadow bleed overtone
raise your cameras to the skies
likes eyes torn from light

give a blowjob to the microphone
call it having a good time
call it art
call the cops

say you have been contacted
by the soviet embassy
you must kill & orgasm at the
same time the fireworks go off
and the city burns

and you still don't know
what's going on
and the show goes on