February 1, 2000 7:09 p.m. pst
poetry for the new millennium 2/01/2000 7:09pst
this cannot be but is, my friends and foes rejoice
a clusterfuck of options ever increasing,
growing by the hour,
emotions worn on the sleeve get wiped off very easily i'm afraid,
and i never see the countless bricks i've laid
and can't get paid.
a moment's rest, the poet screams, just let me have some peace here,
and in a moment's frenzy, the cacaphonous howls of doomed souls, deep in the bowels of envy, cry out in anger, easing fire.
a moment's respite, and the worlds bang against each other in eternity, meaning nothing, and gaining ire.
a plane crashes off of Point Mugu and the networks drone on an on ad infinitum,
you want to have a good time tonight but get lost in cultures detritum.
if only i could remember the words, as the ages get older and more forgetful,
this is my friends, and yet there is wonder in the world around us ever more.
a sonnet to a waif, a few sparse lines which don't mean nuthin'.
a visit to a mall store overwrought by smiling pikachus.
what is this madness?, yet a calm resides in cacaphony
a spare bright moment lost in yonder universe
there goes a hearse without a denizen
if bambi's mother were alive you couldn't eat the venison.
i rant and rave and get upset, but nuthin's clear, and nuthin's set
a clusterfuck of options, and the showers get longer in the morning.
this love of mine will out pretty soon
and kittens will play by the light of the moon.
so when was all this supposed to make sense anyway?
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