Wednesday, October 29, 2008

october chair

grit your teeth
and keep violent images in your head.
they do not come out
unless forced.
that even, in the controlled stream of electrical charges.
i have contained in a jar
arrays of seizuring blue,green, and red lights
enough to color a city
and blind its rival
then fire away a war
long has been pretentiously muted
by see-sawing morality and vengeful loathing.

1 Comments:

Blogger Calliope said...

hey i had an entry with a similar title, "october in the chair", taken from one of gaiman's short story titles from Fragile Things. may i know what the poem is about?

btw amy i hope you'll find the Murphy's Law book!!!! me wannnntttzz

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