To mouther... You forget yourself if you think you dissemble me without slaughter. You always do. A century (and counting) of lies. I have no thoughts perambulatory or genius. Instead, I streak across in lexicon, celibate in language, and with demonstrations of indiscipline sorely lacking elsewhere . I'm interested, but I'm not obsessed. My mind is impotent and erogenous, but not for you, more because of you.

UN Shanti

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Good for you! Gettin' that off your chest...

I learned 2 1/2 new words trying to figure this one out, still ain't sure I got it.

The public face has had a bad effect, but we ain't dead yet.(?)