trouble with mindnumbing boredom/ after feels/ condescension/ passive lust/ i’ve got to take up doodling again— #wikipoem
— joseph m gerace (@BogotaHorribLe) August 16, 2014
Monthly Archives: August 2014
The super ball is a comet rips through passive air. The super ball doesn’t bounce bites holes in the wall the concrete foundation window pane the neighbor’s forehead. The super ball deeply drags Chinese supersmog floods the Superdome sparks forest fires castrates polar ice licks your molten core. The super ball is a nuclear bunker buster shearing close to ears shares killer yarn about its time in the Royal Air Force never barks shows teeth when you stick to listening or head-gone leave a shitty tip. The super ball is grey not gray a dumb way for a poet to describe anything of such magnitude its lack-of-color some people cannot see or ignore or slather over with all the gravity of a man crushed undone turned inside out by the truly random.