damnkafka’ssisteriscryingatmydooragain
whatamisupposedtocareidon’twantto
gotoworktoday ifonlythepressureswould
stopgettingtomeidon’tanswerthephone&so
itindicatesmsgsallday: theenvironmenthas
turnedmeintoafictionalworld,wewillnotbe
abletobreatheormakeaudiblesoundsinamatter
ofyears;kafkawouldnotcareidon’tthinkheiseven
athomeatthemoment-heisworkingatanameless
purposeinanamelessbuilding,suchagoodman
ashismotherwouldsay,
butsheisnotinvitedtomypartyfeaturingliteraryheroes,
thesisterperhaps,onlyifsheisalooker,kafkahimself?he
willbeworkingorspendingalifedying,whatever,the
worldneedsmoreheroes&i’moptingout
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
holiday
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Derek,you can count me as one of your fans.I love this poem.
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