06 April 2008

I love the ill.

No one clapped for the African man who won the marathon.

"I want to fuck you within the institution of marriage," he wrote.

I tried to ride around the policeman enforcing the road blocks, but he wasn't paying attention.

Take a picture of us kissing on top of the recycling containers.

Just take a picture, or whatever.

We need a prison to stimulate the local economy.

Say it: "I am rich."

Once, I felt like I wanted to talk about my feelings. I wanted to share my unique, personal story.

2 comments:

evie said...

hey, lorraine! just wanted to let you know i've been reading along and enjoying it. i like today's poem a lot!

DUSIE said...

i too, this one is edgy!