Often trees are conductors of the absolute, the sidereal cuss
eternity. the blow escapes the rehab and into the fire as known
but
lost coupons short of your toaster of existence. the mind needs consciousness,
consciousness does not need mind. Bon Voyage.. when the body revolts within itself, and parts battle
parts,
it's the last revolution, the last pogo, follow the few that
have wisdom, don't let it deceive with knowledge, the brass ring of annihilation, you'll be recognized by a chip, and maybe it will be all that's left..

Friday, October 31, 2014

Regis Bonvicino

Another Storm

Street infects rain
plastic bottle drift by
unlabeled, naked
storm exhibits river waste
a dog fumbles
amid tree trunks
the rain verges on collapse
destroys a shack
culverts
reeking of turpentine
the tip of the CEO’s pencil
triggers a different storm
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