Tuesday, May 20, 2003

empire

dear swallow-me-machine:
gears grind bones into dust;
digest with conformity,
and shit me out
into something harder

dear swallow-me-machine:
liquified; dripping
in between the cracks
and landing into the mold
like a car crash

Dear swallow-me-machine,
you eat too fast.
Your empire will collapse
like a windpipe.
So hold your breath
and prepare to choke
my dear
swallow-me-machine.


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