Monday, December 06, 2004

Fragments

i.
liquored up in birmingham
the steel smells like rain.

ii.
a metric foot.
contradictions?

iii.
That what we recognize as civilization
viewed Descartes as an enlightenment
speaks volumes to our backwardness.

iv.
Were it not for Seasonal Affective Disorder,
how many great poets
would Scotland give us?


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