with broken arms, a nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me her suspension of disbelief
why can't I be the genius
who solved the greatest problems of his time?
am I even beyond metaphorical assistance?
why must I be a paint brush
when we need a wrench?
her arrival at the correct velocity
in order to perceive has been canceled,
and filed away this abstraction shall repeat in sequence
1 | Impulse |
2 | cripple |
3 | Becoming Not Being |
4 | Ziggy Stardust |
5 | Digga Digga Song |
6 | Punk Rock Song |
7 | Entangled |
8 | Hairdie |