25.5.06

Would you please be so kind as to gift wrap this for me, it's for a friend.
















We called it chalk Wednesday, but no souls were saved. He screamed and he cried, He yelled as we lied, About the true nature of sin. He spelled out his hate in random chalk lines, while Spoon Man looked on from the ground. 2D or 3D or 1D or 4. Time is the dimension that makes you a whore. Piles of bullshit and piles of more, with two feet on the table you won't seem such a bore.

3 comments:

ETC said...

teachin colt masta kill how to draw anarchy signs?... gooood.

Justice Rare said...

I was actually teaching Tiffany

Anna Nym said...

I like the prose poem very much.