13.2.2012 • the world

I imagine the world
like that little dog
pushed each time a little further
with each gentle little nudge
of the raging traffic
(the cars make such an uplifting
special effects kind of sound
as they pass by)
I have difficulties
trying to think of the earth as round
(maybe because it isn't but)
I see it all crumbled
into a shapeless
mass of dirty carton
I picture its constituent polygons
labouredly and asymmetrically cut
more grotesque than baroque
and all roughed up
you couldn't tell it was
meant to approximate
a sphere
if you hadn't had a tv
as a kid
I feel it weighing
on every little man's
shoulders
like a little
canvas bag
filled with little
little roughed
up lead
balls
disjunct

disjunct
defunct

like a deathless
valley stinking
of rotten flesh
filled with
the carcasses of
the expectant dead
the gaping
the smirking
the hopeless dead
bound to this eternal loop–
s eternal loop–
s eternal loop–
s eternal loop–
s eter–

(breathe)

only the worms there have any real fun