Issuu on Google+

NIGHTLY TORRENTS THREATEN TO

DROWN SHEEP THAT CAN’T RUN


It is a day when

cold

the afternoon is

( pretending summer )

and

Mighty

Teas lie like lingerie in a basket of food before us.

For Heaven’s sake. Our

rent agreement is more

radioactive than

sex

.


This event has been scheduled: a leap into the past a second-hand anecdote. They say you are d r a g g i n g her down with you, your daughter who danced in fountains in the <<encapsulating

90s

freedom>>.

That was the problem though none of it was real.


A fee turns the pedals that turn the earth, making all of the people in it faster or slower – (whichever comes less naturally) – and not one of them counted by vote.

_YOUR_NAME_:

(what’s your name?)

Do you feel cushioned by accumulations, by the forethought required by accumulations? Do you feel

defined by purchase?

Is it purchase that shapes you, breathlessly, in between sex and philosophy and

the accumulating bank statements?


I hate to break this to you but in real

politics there

cups of tea and the right things are said and they are polite and they are

want to go shopping and they are nice and they walk down these runways. It is a

surprise

This is not

to find you here.

really your kind

of thing.

(Perhaps you would be so kind as to go back to your own ontology.)


Marianne Morris, 'Nightly Torrents Threaten To Drown Sheep That Can't Run'