6.13.2010

poem or attempt


WHY THIS CURRENT MOMENT FILLS ME SLOWLY WITH DREAD



One hundred
Million people are gathering slowly
On the WHITE HOUSE lawn
Pitching tents
Rolling out propane-grills or digging
Fire pits
I would smash their faces
With lemons
Would lemon their faces until
The lemons lemons lemons
It is not only scurvy we
Must protect ourselves from
But every moment
Is the time when a serious
Vitamin deficiency may destroy us all

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