healthy detatchment met its match
today under a static sky,
the man with tv for a head and
metropolis arms showed no mercy
no witness was there for the skyscraper attack
and weak radio defense, writing it down like a script.
the blade was concrete, quicksand, and house parts
and healthy detatchment's head rolled all the way to Hollywood.
I sent flowers to the hospital,
but they were the kind that still had roots.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
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