Search This Blog

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

That's Just My Smokin' Soul

Romanticized memories
jog ear to ear for days
then sink back into destiny

appropriated by syn-
apses and sunsets. Loathing
and fear of celluloid truth

and pixel love. Man's inner
resources are shish kabobbed;
burnt, stabbed and marinated to taste.

*from 1992 chapbook Bridging The Gender Gap.