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Wednesday, April 13, 2005


Oral Gratification

I'll give you something to drink about; I'll give you a topic.
A subject to build a grand addiction around,
A frame to slap the bottles against, a viscous puddle to catch the shards,
And thou beside me, dancing in the booze infused air.

I'll give you something to smoke about; I'll give you a statement.
You build a thesis up above like strips of papier mache:
Pop the balloon, the argument remains
But the core is gone, and exists only as its negative.

I'll give you something to eat about; I'll give you a silence.
Fill the void with words or laughter or both,
Give shape to nothing from the inside out
And expand the shape outwards to infinity.
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