Life Is Unemployed
Black
is the feeling, the stretching
inside the social coup,
that thing,
which finds a way to destroy
very well-natured beings.
My
seeing-eye-dog-presence-of-mind,
the gazelle that wishes to lash me
down into misery
has left to suffer
like moths
in a firefly haze of executions
in August.
the search words on Yahoo!
don’t seem to work this evening…
justice
slid underneath a bathroom door
to find that
life is unemployed.
- gypsy george.
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