Swirl of wood
Cut of brick
Rising out of the earth into a thing
I am trying to write a poem
About the fact that man imposes
Himself upon nature and will not
Get off
But it doesn't seem to be working
And all I can come up with are
Broken
Analogies
Because the CD player is up too
High and
The beer is
Starting to affect my head
I'll bet if I turned off the
Stereo a
And hadn't had
Beer
I could have written a poem
About the fact that man imposes
Himself upon nature and will not
Get off
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
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