the parthenon
By HiramDiaz
I watched as poetry was crushed to dust - vanished into Heaven's flaring nostrils. And clouds roared overhead, pompously raining poison upon each guiltless man. Holding shafts that spewed obsidian oil from their nibs, I saw some well attired men sitting and smiling amongst the rubble, using metaphors and similes as foot rests, revelling in the scent of their inks' creation - a mile high pile of shattered relics.I welcome any comments, suggestions, on poetics and praxis, etc., this was very rushed - i needed to go to work!!!!! Written November 17th, 2001 © on Nov 17 2001 05:18 AM PST 10 • 0
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