Whereforto Ye Wanderers

Whereforto Ye Wanderers.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

fall (is falling?)

when fall is done
(slain, so to speak)
i'll be done
hoping meanwhile
that the beasts of mass delusion
will lie down in their pastures.

the fall is done
the fall is a motif
the fall is dying
thank the non-gods of nothing
the fall is a motif
a syllable marking
in the vein of what one imagines one desires jazz would be.
it is spilling it's ghost all over the black friday pavement
of the guts of the women
trampled by the shopping whordes.
is falling?
is dead
thank god.

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