i recently had the ultimate experience;
it was just me holding a bag
my name is metal dust
i was diagnosed with beauty
severe beauty disease
everything under god’s microscope
powerful microscope of god
take a mannequin out to dinner
teach it to merely be
self becoming mechanism
toy designed to behave
toy designed to behave
tool shaped like itself
pick certain pills over others:
a pill that educates
a pill full of garbage
a pill made of bone
how to fake terminal illness:
prayer to a speck of dust,
jack-o-lantern of flesh,
die on stage as performance
a god for ham:
"god, what will happen after i die?"
"uh, you got the wrong guy, i only
control ham here"
tiny shreds of loss
a breath in an empty room
bits of plastic in a corner
a tiny meaningless pile
dusty leaves whisper
"ee ot nothing"
aloha china kitchen
teach others while knowing nothing
amateur furniture arranging
a fake telegraph operator
the moon is actually a plant
frowns in towns
tree of nothings
below omnipotent nothing
