Matador Crepes
And you, little one,
shall go where all the good words go
like destined matador crepes,
left flutterbuttering on her black
pixel chaos spiral explosion
credit razors flaying muscle from thought
Grey wisps adorn the walls
of this helix/vortex frost beam
erase, figure eight, import quality destiny fall-guy
reading Tolstoy
stream riverran random ran
washing us clean, freeing our genes
to skyward star form
destined wash therapy
movement unhindered by cynical values
hypocritical outlooks
flippant excuses
fuck the system of duality
the system fuck of duality
duality
fuck
rise above, sink below
window rinse, endall flints
and it all falls apart, and it all falls
this is a remark upon the flacid wall of industrial espionage
corporate sabotage
of a people - half a chance
no change
can you spare some change?
